Give Me Your Flowers

 

I would rather have one little rose

  from the garden of a friend,

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 this 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 this world I bid adieu.

 

Bring me all the flowers today,

whether pink, or white, or red;

I'd rather have one blossom now

  Than a truckload when I'm dead.

--------------Author Unknown