Around the Corner by Henson Towne 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, 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 Jim" "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" "Jim died today." And that's what we get and deserve in the end. Around the corner, a vanished friend. ›   Inspiration Pointe  |  Matters of the Spirit [an error occurred while processing this directive] Page Created on: November 4, 1997