A poem on our buzy lives

Around the corner I have a friend

In this city that has no end

The days go by & weeks rush on

And before I know,a year has gone

I never see my old friend's face

now we are busy, tired men

Tired of playing a foolish game

Tired of trying to make a name

Tomorow I say I'll call on my frnd

Just to show that I'm thinking of him

But tomorrow comes & tomorrow goes

And distance between us grows and grows

Around the corner yet miles away

Heres a Telegram; Sir,

He died today

Thats what we get & deserve in the end

Around the corner,A vanished friend.

Plz spare some time 4 us.

best wish all of u