Give Me the Roses While I Live

(R. H. Cornelius) Wonderful things of folks are said When they have passed away Roses adorn the narrow bed Over the sleeping clay. Give me the roses while I live Trying to cheer me on Useless are flowers that you give After the soul is gone. Let us not wait to do good deeds Till they have passed away Now is the time to sow good seeds While here on earth we stay. Kind words are useless when folks lie Cold in a narrow bed Don`t wait till death to speak kind words Now should the words be said...