In midst of life we are in death;
And breathing brings to loss of breath;
Our laughter is akin to crying;
Our smiling often leads to sighing;
And our enjoying ends in dying.
Notes
This poem was taken from Bamford's book Homely Rhymes, Poems and Reminiscences.
For the meaning of the many Lancashire dialect words in Bamford's poetry it is suggested you look here. http://www.gerald-massey.org.uk/bamford/b_glossary.htm
The site contains a good deal of information concerning the Poet.
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