Around the corner I have a friend

In this great city that has no end;

Yet days go by, and weeks rush no,

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.

She knows I like her just as well

 As in the days when I rang her bell

And she rang mine. We were younger then,

And now we are busy, tired women

Tired with playing a foolish game,

Tired with trying to make a name.

‘Tomorrow’ I say ‘I will call on rose,

Just to show I am thinking of her’

But tomorrow comes- and tomorrow goes,

And the distance between us grows and grows,

Around the corner ¡- yet miles away….

‘Here the telegram, Ma……

‘Rose died today’

And that’s what we get, and deserve in the end:

Around the corner, a vanished friend.

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