Friends

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,'
'Randy died today.'

And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

The author has chosen to remain anonomous....its not me. I'm not that good.