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| | From:  _Xer (Original Message) | Sent: 12/7/2008 10:05 AM |
A friend of mine, another heart attack surviver, sent me this, with a couple sentences about how another friend sent it to him. I've no idea whether his friend actually wrote it, or it has been going along through e-mails for sometime. Tho' it's not the best 'poetry' I ever read, the sentiment is one I can relate to from more than one experience of my own. Forgive me if you've read it before.
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 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 that I'm 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. |
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