Interacting with a comrade I got reminded of an old poem of my childhood days.And a dialogue from Bachchan sir's Baghbaan"log aksar mohabbat karte hain.Lekin jitni baar usko kehna chahiye ,kehte nahi"
Ditto with all valuable relationships we have.If you value someone's concern,love,friendship...Show it..You are lucky ..Because there are many who don't have any.Here is the poem.
Ditto with all valuable relationships we have.If you value someone's concern,love,friendship...Show it..You are lucky ..Because there are many who don't have any.Here is the poem.
AROUND THE CORNER
Charles Hanson Towne
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end;
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone,
And I 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 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.
Charles Hanson Towne
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end;
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone,
And I 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 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.
An interesting anecdote about this poem.
ReplyDeleteBut first about the author
Charles Hanson Towne (1877-1949) was an author, editor, professor, and poet. Born in Louisville, Kentucky. By the time he was eleven, Charles was writing and publishing his own magazine; he grew up to edit several of New York's most esteemed periodicals, including Harper' Bazaar.
This poem was written 101 years ago!As _part of A WORLD OF WINDOWS AND OTHER POEMS_, p66
George H. Doran Company, New York, 1919.
This poem is commonly misattributed to "Henson Towne".