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 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 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 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.
Josh Levi Labar
I remember reading this poem in an Ann Landers column a long time ago and being moved by its simple message: Make time for loved ones, family and friends. Carve out and appreciate time spent together.
So go ahead, call that friend you've neglected. Send a note to a family member or friend who lives many miles away. Take a moment and reach out. You'll be blessed in the process!