I'll check on ...

The re-returning e-mails...

Thanks Ray Springer, A Denison buddy!


This
is the poem:






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.