my dearest friend

Around the corner I have a friend
in this great city tht has no end,
yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it,a year has gone,
And I never see my old friend's face,
For life is a sweet gift & a terrbile 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 guy &gal
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name,
"Tomorrow"I say,"I will call on time"
Just to show I'am thinking of him.
But tomarrow comes & goes,
And the distance between us grows &grows,
Around the corner,yet miles away.

pushpa