My friend

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, 
She knows 
I love her just as well, 
As in the days when I rang her bell. 

And she rang mine but we were younger then, 
And now we are busy, tired women and men
Tired of playing a foolish game, 
Tired of trying to make a name. 

‘Tomorrow’ I say! ‘I will call on her
Just to show that I’m thinking of her.’ 

But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, 
And distance between us grows and grows. 

Around the corner, yet miles away, 
‘Here’s a telegram sir,’ ‘She died today.’ 

And that’s what we get and deserve in the end. 
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

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