Around the Corner

by New York American columnist Charles Hanson Towne

Around the corner I have a friend
in this great city that has no end
Yet 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. We were younger then
and now we are busy, tired men.
Tired with trying to make a name,
tired with playing a foolish game.
"Tomorrow," I say, "I will call on Jim
just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes
and the 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.