I would rather have a small rose from the garden of a friend
Than to have the choicest flowers when my stay on Earth must end.
I would rather have one pleasant word of kindness said to me
Than flattery when my heart is still and life has ceased to be.
I would rather have a loving smile from friends I know are true
Than tears shed 'round my casket when I bid this life Adieu.
Bring me all your flowers to day whether pink or white or red.
I'd rather have one blossom now than a truckload when I'm dead.
I know it's going out on a limb, but I think it's a safe bet that this poem speaks for everyone you will meet in the coming year!