ONE SMALL ROSE
By Harvey Tobkes
My dad passed away many years ago; he was only 54 when he died. Dad was a gregarious extrovert, who loved being with friends. He had a favorite poem, which he memorized and passed on to me, and now I present it to you:
I would rather have one small roseFrom 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 I bid this world adieu.
So bring me all your flowers today,
Whether pink or white or red;
I’d rather have one blossom now
Than a trunk load when Im dead.
Author: Unknown
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- 07.21.21 4:17
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