One Little Rose



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 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 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.
 

Author Unknown