This poem was taken from a chain letter (surat berantai, haha)... those kinda letters are all bull huh?.. nonetheless this poem is kinda cool!
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 if 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."
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