Around The Corner
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From: Peter Langston <psl>
Date: Wed, 26 Nov 97 13:16:59 -0800
Subject: Around The Corner
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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.
And I never see my old friends 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 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 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. Seize the day. Never have regrets.
And most importantly stay close to your friends and family, for they have
helped make you the person that you are today. Pass this along to your
friends. It could make a difference. The difference between doing all that
you can or having regrets which may stay with you forever.
[And, as if to underscore the point, I recently learned that my friend John
Dwyer of Seattle Song Circle has died. John was an enormously polite,
outspoken, sweet, curmudgeonly, and cheerful presence in the Pacific
Northwest song/music scene (Seattle Song Circle, Rainy Camp, Puget Sound
Guitar Workshop, Northwest Folklife Festival, and many other events). John
was well-known as a collector and archivist of local and traditional music
as well as a songwriter and singer. I won't be alone in missing him. -psl]
© 1997 Peter Langston