Nothing too complicated today. Someone passed this old poem along to me and I couldn’t resist sharing it.
A Friend — Too Late
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 win a name.
“Tomorrow, say, I will call on Jim,
Just to show I am thinking of him.”
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And the distance between us grows and grows,
Around the corner yet miles away.
“A telegram, sir!” Jim died today!
And that’s what we get, and deserve in the end:
Around the corner a vanished friend.