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