A Poem on Our Busy Lives

Around the corner, I have a friend,

In this city that has no end,

 

The days go by and weeks rush on,

And before I know, a year has passed,

 

I never see my old friend’s face,

 

Now we are busy, tired people,

Tired of playing a foolish game,

Tired of trying to make a name,

 

Tomorrow I say, I will call my friend,

Just to say that I’m thinking of her,

 

But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,

And distance between us grows and grows,

 

Around the corner yet miles away,

There comes a telegram:

        ” Mam, she died today.”

 

That is what we get and deserve in the end,

Around the corner, a vanished friend……

Unknown

 

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2 thoughts on “A Poem on Our Busy Lives

  1. modest says:

    wow good very nice poem . and wherez ur new poem which u talked abt ???

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