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 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; yet, 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 tommorow comes and tommorow 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.