Thomas F. Healey

Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow No flowers of life will cheer me: instead You may give me my roses now!

— Thomas F. Healey

Dont strew me with roses after Im dead. When Death claims the light of my brow,No flowers of life will cheer me: insteadYou may give me my roses now!

— Thomas F. Healey