a vanished friend.

Picked up from here

Around the corner
I havea friend,
In this great citythat 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 swiftand terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days whenI rang his bell.
And he rang mine if,we were younger then,
And now we are busy,tired men.
Tired of playinga foolish game,
Tired of trying tomake a name.
"Tomorrow" I say!
"Iwill call on Jim""Just to show
thatI'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.