Around the corner,

I have a friend.

In this great city,

That has no end.

Days go by,

and weeks rush on.

And before I know it,

A years has gone.

But I never see,

My old friend's face.

For life is a,

Swift and terrible race.

But he knows,

I like him just as well.

As in the days when,

He rang my bell.

And I rang his,

But we were younger then.

Now, we are busy, tired men,

Tired of playin 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 the distance,

Between us groes and groes.

Around the corner,

Yet miles away.

"Here's the telegram, Sir",

"Jim died today".

And that's what we get,

And deserve in the end.

Around the corner,

A vanished friend.

Author's Note: hi there! this poem actually relates to me, believe it or not. I just recently moved schools, and i wrote this poem as a warning to myself that said: "stay in contact with them, or you'll lose them", so yeah :)

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