Poem

Around the corner I have a friend,

In this great city that has no end,

Yet the days go by and the weeks rush on,

And before I know it a year has 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, 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 Jim'

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 corner, yet miles away,

'Here's a telegram sir,' 'Jim died today.'

And that is what we get and what we deserve in the end.

Around the corner, a vanished friend

Remember to always say what you mean,

If you love someone, tell them.

Don't be afraid to express yourself.

Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you,

Because when you decide that it is the right time

It might be too late

This is a poem that I got in an e-mail form a friend,

and thought that I should share it with you. I hope

that you enjoy it and share it with your friends.