Around the Corner

-- 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 playing a foolish game, 
Tired with trying to make a name.
"To-morrow," I say, "I will call on Jim,
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But to-morrow comes- and to-morrow goes,
And the distances between us grows and grows.

Around the corner!- yet miles away...
"Here's a telegram, sir,"
          "Jim died to-day."

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