One Little Rose
I would rather have one little rose
from a garden of a friend
than to have the choicest flowers
when my stay on earth must end
I would rather have one 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 friends i know are TRUE
than tears shed around my casket
when i bid this world adieubring all your flowers today
whether pink or white or red
I'd rather have one blossom now
than a basketful when i'm dead....
Monday, September 6, 2010
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