"One Little Rose"
I would rather have one little rose from the garden of a friend,
then the choicest of 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 friends I know are true,
then tears shed 'round my casket when this world I've bid adieu.
So bring me flowers today, that I can gaze upon,
for I would rather have one blossom now,
then I truckload when I'm gone.
-unknown-
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