“I would rather have a little rose
from the garden of a friend,
Than flowers strewn around my casket
When my days on earth must end.
I would rather have a living smile
From one I know is true,
Than tears around my casket,
When this world I bid adieu.
Bring me all the flowers today,
Whether pink or white or red.
I would rather have one blossom now,
Than a truckload when I’m dead.”
~Author Unknown~
