Around The Corner:  By Henson Towne

    Around the corner I have a friend,
    In this great city that has no end,
    Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
    And before I know it, a year is gone.
    And I never see my old friend's face,
    For life is a swift and terrible race,
    He knows I like him just as well,
    As in the days when I rang his bell.
    And he rang mine
    if, we were younger then,
    And now we are busy, tired men.
    Tired of playing a foolish game,
    Tired of trying to make a name.
    "Tomorrow" I say "I will call on Jim"
    "Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
    But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, And
    distance between us grows and grows.
    Around the corner!- yet miles away,
    "Here's a telegram sir"
    "Jim died today."
    And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
    Around the corner, a vanished friend.





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