Give me flowers while I’m alive,
I can’t appreciate them when I’m dead.
Let me enjoy each coloured bloom
and smell its appealing scent.
For when I’m dead I won’t be here
to see or smell anything at all,
so give me flowers while I’m alive
and I can appreciate them then.
For when I’m dead, I’m dead
and all the beauty here will be gone,
so if you want to give me flowers
give them to me while I’m alive
for I’ll never appreciate them
when I’m dead and gone.
11 February 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stands to reason when we are gone we wouldn't need material things or the love of friends and family...I think we will take all that is best with us and relive all those happy times....so in believing that I try and do the right in the 'Now' momment....because once someone is gone there is no way to say and do what is right to them....I want no regrets..thought provoking write Big Bruv