My God! I would not mind chain letters if they were actually good poetry or literature. But halfway down this one, I was just hankering for my editing pencil. I wonder if the person who actually started this was just bored one day and decided that he should make people's lives miserable by blaming this chain letter for the death of people.
I will post the poem without the dramatics. On a scale of 1-10, the poem gets a 1.5. I will say that there is truth in the poem. It's just that it takes so freaking long for it to get to the point. And, is that iambic pentameter?
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 friends 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.
> Remember to always say what you mean.
> If you love someone, tell them.
> Don't be afraid to express yourself.
> Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.
> Because when you decide that it is the right time it might
> be too late.
> Seize the day. Never have regrets.
> And most importantly, stay close to your friends
> and family, for they have helped
> make you the person that you are today.