In this great city that has no end.
Yet the days go by and the 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 I like him just as well
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine, though we were younger then,
And now we are busy tired men,
Tired of playing foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name!
“Tomorrow,” I say, “I will call Jim,”
Just to show 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 is what we get and deserve in the end,
Around the corner, a vanished friend!
Written by: Godwin Godwin Uche
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
