For all us Busy People in the World



Around the córner 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, 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.

If, 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 the distance between us grows and grows.

Around the córner! Yet-miles away,
“Here is a telegram Mam-“
“Tim died today.”
Around the corner,

.... a vanished friend.