A Prayer

Oh, not for more or longer days, dear Lord,
My prayer shall be —
But rather teach me how to use the days
Now given me.

I ask not more of pleasure or of joy
For this brief while —
But rather let me for the joys I have
Be glad and smile.

I ask not ownership of vast estates
Nor piles of gold —
But make me generous with the little store
My hands now hold.

Nor shall I ask that life should give to me
Another friend —
Just keep me true to those I have, dear Lord,
Until the end.

— B.Y. Williams (source – scroll down pg.)