One Little Rose

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I’d rather have one little rose from the garden of a friend,
than to have the choicest flowers when my life has come to an end.

I’d rather hear a pleasant word in kindness said to me,
than flattery when my heart is still and my life has ceased to be.

I’d rather see a loving smile from friends whom I know are true,
than tears shed around my casket when this world I bid adieu.

So 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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