An Hour Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion
An Hour
A-n hour is so very short,
R-unning time is fading fast;
N-ever waste the given moment
O-r chance that will never
L-ast.
T-ake or grab an opportunity,
U-sing the clock's minute hand;
G-rasp the day's good break,
A-s the second isn't in command.
N-ever let the buzzer beat you, let your speed be in power;
O-n the fifteenth of January, wisely spend ticks of an hour.
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