A poem on our Busy lives (dedicated to all my friends).
Around the corner i have a friend
In the city that has no end
The days go by and weeks rush on
And before i know ,a years has gone
I never see my old friend's face
Now were are busy ,tried men
Tried of playing a foolish game
Tried of trying to make a name
Tomorrow i say i'll call on my friend
Just to show that i am think 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 ,he died today
That's what we get end deserve in the end ,
Around the corner ,A Vanished friend....
