Around the corner I have a friend.
In this great city that has no end;
Yet 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 that I like him just as well
As in the days when I rang his bell
and he rang mine. We were younger then,
and now we are tired, busy 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 that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow tomorrow comes--and tomorrow goes,
and the distance between us grows and grows,
Around the corner!--yet miles away--
Telegram, sir--Jim died today."

And that is what we get, and deserve in the end;
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

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