Around the corner by Henson Towne

Around the corner by Henson Towne

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.

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 the 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.

If you love someone, tell them.

Don't be afraid to express yourself.

Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.

Because when you decide that it is the right time,

It might be too late.