Take One Flower
By Tim Egan
Take one flower from a wreath
When I’ve past and gone
Take one that is fresh
As I once was young
One that has true color
The kind I tried to show
A flower in full bloom
The way I wanted to live
One that smells sweet
As hopefully I have been
One that is smooth and tender
The way I had longed to be
And if the flower is fresh
Beautifully in bloom and soft
And if it smells ever so sweet
I only wish that I have lived
The way you preciously perceive
That flower in your hand
