Perfect for today, 15th Tragic anniversary of 9/11 here in the USA.
Yet 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.
We were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men,
Tired with playing a foolish game,
Tired with trying to make a name.
“Tomorrow” I say; “I will call on Jim,
Just to show I am 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 the Telegram Sir. . .
“Jim died today’.”
And that’s what we get and deserve in the end,
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