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.
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 Jim,
Just to show I am thinking of him.”
And the distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner! yet miles away …
“Here’s the Telegram Sir. . .
“Jim died today’.”
And that’s what we get and deserve in the end,
Around the corner a vanished friend.
Charles Hanson Towne
How sad if this were all True or perhaps it maybe for some.
“We Remember Our Closest Friends were Once Strangers before they walked into our Heart.”