Flowers for the Living
Closed eyes can't see the white roses;
Cold hands can't hold them, you know.
Breath that is stilled cannot gather
The odors that sweet from them blow.
Death, with a peace beyond dreaming
Its children of earth doth endow;
Life is the time we can help them;
So give them the flowers now.
Here are the struggles and striving;
Here are the cares and the tears;
Now is the time to be smoothing
the frowns and the furrows and fears.
What, to closed ears are kind sayings?
What, to hushed heart is deep vow?
Naught can avail after parting --
So give them the flowers now.
-Murray Banks
Submitted by Daryl R. Gibson
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