I would rather have one little rose
From the garden of my love
Than to have the choicest flowers
When my stay on earth must end.
I would rather have a pleasant word
In kindness said to me
Than flattery when my heart is still,
And life has ceased to be.
I would rather have a loving smile
From my love I know it is true
Than tears shed 'round my casket
When to this world I bid adieu.
Bring me all your flowers today,
Whether pink, or white, or red
I'd rather have one blossom now
Than a truckload when I'm dead.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
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