The Mentor Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-orn eighteenth December
A-ims to meet the day;
R-ising beacon Sunday
I-s taking the night
A-way.

C-oal clouds up above
H-ave all become white;
R-ay of the shining sun
I-s setting things aright.
S-hadows have all gone
T-oward the shroud of mist;
I-t's a beautiful birth,
N-ew dawn won't go
A-miss.

S-hare your knowledge to the young,
E-arnestly educate the student;
R-emain a good model,
E-ffective and patient.
N-ever let the pupil go without
learning from the professor;
O-pen your mind to wisdom and intelligence of
the mentor.