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MEMENTO
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, 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 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. |
- What is the poem about?
- Explain the phrase "make a name".
- Which game is the poet tired of?
- What are friends like?
- How many can you have?
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