Author John Philip Bourke When I am dead Bring me no roses white. Nor lilies spotless And immaculate, But from the garden roses red, Roses full blown And by the noon sun kissed. Bring me the roses That my life has missed When I am dead. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments