Others: Now - Not Later

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 shed round 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 am dead.