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 friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race.
She knows I like her just as well
As in the days when I rang her bell.
And she rang mine; we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men and women.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow," I say, "I will call on Pauline
Just to show that I'm thinking of her."
But tomorrow comes, and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner - yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram, sir. Pauline died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished 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 friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race.
She knows I like her just as well
As in the days when I rang her bell.
And she rang mine; we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men and women.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow," I say, "I will call on Pauline
Just to show that I'm thinking of her."
But tomorrow comes, and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner - yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram, sir. Pauline died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
ocho-onda Thanks for the poem, Paula.
A good reminder that sometimes ,it is better to seize the day lest
it may be too late when the day is done ,with business still remains undone, and worse when the day is over, what remains are mere memories too vague to remember.