Thursday, April 22, 2010

DEDICATED TO MY IDIOTIC SELF

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 !!!!

3 comments:

  1. very nice...yes in our bzy lifes often we tend to forget those lttle important things :)

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  2. ORIGINAL POERY BY
    CHARLES 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.

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  3. ORIGINAL POERY BY
    CHARLES 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.

    ReplyDelete