IRC-Galleria

...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 swift and terrible race
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 im thinking of him
but tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes
and distance between us grows and grows
around the corner - yet miles away!
heres a telegram Sir! - Jim died today
and thats what we get and deserve in the end
around the corner a vanished friend