one woman's journey a day at a time "to touch the cup with eager lips and taste not drain it" |
Sunday, June 9, 2002 * just read this... Read this in the newspaper and thought how true. My dad used to have friends back in England and when he was getting old, he used to say, "I wonder if so-and-so is still alive?" This poem made me think of that. That and the fact that so many of us now have 'cyber-friends' - a different sort of relationship - but friends still the same. People we 'talk' to daily and would miss if they should no longer be there. Around the Corner by Henson Towne Around the corner I have a friend, In this great city that has no end. 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 old 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 that I'm 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 a telegram, sir." "Jim died today." And that's what we get and deserve in the end - Around the corner, a vanished friend. ~~~~~~~~~~ I try to be good about writing and calling... and now emailing has lessened the letter writing - which is sad in some ways. The art of letter writing and the habit of keeping letters bond in ribbon may suffer from email. but also with the age of technology, there are compensations... such as: Writing this online journal and reading others. God, I love reading your journals. Please don't stop writing. Rian |
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