One Little Rose

I would rather have one little rose

From the garden of a friend,

Than to have the choicest of 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 ceases to be.

I would rather have a loving smile

From friends I know are true,

Than tears shed round my casket

When this world I've 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!

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