Around the corner i have a friend
In this city that has no end
The days go by and weeks rush on
And before i know, a year has gone
I never see my old friend's face
For life now has a swift pace
He knows i like him just as well
As in the days when i rang his bell
In times we were together
But now we are busy, tired
Tired of playing a foolish game
Tired of trying to make a name
"Tomorrow". i say, "i'll call on him"
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
Heres a telegram, "sir, he died today."
Thats what we get and deserve in the end
Around the corner, A VANISHED FRIEND !!!!
very nice...yes in our bzy lifes often we tend to forget those lttle important things :)
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ReplyDeleteCHARLES HANSON 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 friends 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 but 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.
ORIGINAL POERY BY
ReplyDeleteCHARLES HANSON 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 friends 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 but 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.