Vanity Poem by Isamar Carrillo

When I was young I used to pray
the Lord to make me smart
for't was my dream to learn from Him
of all that stands afar.

Later in youth I prayed the Lord
for my poor mother's health
and for all those who suffered so
and would, never, get well.

Much later, now, I must confess,
I did pray to get wealth,
For the good Lord knows how I've toiled
to get my meager share.

Of late, though, sadly, I declare
for beauty I have prayed,
for pride has crawled into my soul
while trying to get His Grace.