I would rather have a rose,
from a garden of a friend.
Than to have the choicest flowers,
when my stay on earth must end.
I would rather have
one single word of kindness said to me.
Than flattery around my grave,
when life has ceased to be.
So bring to me one flower,
be it pink or white or red.
For I'd rather have one bloom today,
than a truckload when I'm dead.
~ Author Unkown ~
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