Since Mr. Burd has been gone, I've realized how much we depend on him. It reminded me of a poem I once read by Charles Hanson Towne, called "Around the Corner." It teaches you to appreciate your friends while they're still here. Thanks for coming back, Mr. Burd.
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 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 but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of 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 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.
