Give Them
The Roses Now
Wonderful things of folks are said
When they have passed away
Roses adorn their narrow bed
over the sleeping clay.
Praises are not heard by the dead
Roses they cannot see
Let us not wait 'til souls have flown
Generous friends to be.
Faults are forgiven when folks lie
cold in their narrow beds
Let us forgive them ere they die
Now should the words be said.
Give them the roses while they live
trying to cheer them on
Useless the flowers that you give
After the soul is gone.
(Author unknown)
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