This is in memory of the son of my friend Ann. Richard was killed in a top-dressing accident in 2003. <br /> <br />'In the midst of life we are in death' <br />Or - in death, are we in life? <br />Before we take that final breath <br />We struggle hard to make our way <br />We suffer pain and strife. <br /> <br />He was a man I knew, not well <br />A boy, a man, who flew <br />Above the earth he soared and fell <br />It was his way to make escape <br />To find his long way through<br /><br />Debbie Loraine Kean<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/richard-macrae/
