Thursday, August 14, 2008


a poem shared to me by qaiqai in response to my previous post:

I would rather have one little rose
from the garden of a friend
than to have the choices flower
when my stay on earth must end

I would rather have one word
in kindness said to me
than flattery when my heart is still
and life has cease to be

I would rather have one smile
from friends i know are true
than tears shed around my casket
when to this world i bid adieu

Bring me all your flowers today
whether its pink or white or red
I would rather have a blossom now
than a truckload when I'm dead.