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, And 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 Tim 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,' 'Tim died
today.' And that's what we get and deserve
in the end. Around the corner, a vanished
friend.
**Remember to always say what you mean
If you love someone, tell them.
(worth reading :$ )