I don't normally repost or forward these types of things. This is a poem that has circulated and I got from a coworker and on down the line. It really illustrates how we often forget that time goes by quickly. In life, oftentimes things like friends get pushed by the wayside, even if we don't think they're less important than anything else.
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 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, but 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 I am thinking of him.'
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow 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.
Remember to always say what you mean.
Because when you decide it's the right time, it might be too late.
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 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, but 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 I am thinking of him.'
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow 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.
Remember to always say what you mean.
Because when you decide it's the right time, it might be too late.
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