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"Around the Corner" - a poem by Henson Towne:

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 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 corner! Yet miles away...
"Here's a telegram, sir."
"Tim died today."
And that's what we get - and deserve in the end -
Around the corner, a vanished friend.