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A brand new bike
a scary ride
a parking lot
where he died.
A wire fence
a dented pole
a limp, dead body
lost it's soul.
An awful skid
a deadly scream
an empty school
say it's a dream.
A bloody crash
a broken vein
a body who
felt no pain.
An ambulance
a praying pope
a waiting school
filled with hope.
A hospital room
a life to end
a racing truck
his best friend.
A shocking truth
a lot of fears
a bunch of kids
sharing tears.
A sudden shock
a big surprise
a lot of tears
in crying eyes.
In a coma
on a bed
a shocking truth
but he's dead.
I'll never forget
this awful thriller
and we'll miss you
Randy Miller.
By: Tracy Hass
4-28-1991
This poem was written about Randy Miller, who died April 26, 1991 in a motorcycle accident. He will be missed a lot, by his family, friends, and everyone else in-between.
