Life's Roses

 

I would rather have a little rose

From a garden of a friend,

Than flowers strewn around my casket

When my days on earth must end.

 

I would rather have a living smile

From one I know is true,

Than tears shed ‘round my casket,

When in this world I bid adieu.

 

Bring me all the flowers today

Whether pink, or white or red.

I would rather have one blossom now,

Than a truckload when I am dead.