Time To Glide Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion
Time To Glide
A-fter soaring high, it's time to glide,
B-ecause life is like an aeroplane;
E-very flight will descend,
G-radually going down the lane.
A-fter flying above the clouds,
I-t's the moment to land;
L-ooking for a safe ground, ask for the Lord's loving hand.
A-fter reaching the zenith,
B-right eyes must be opened wide;
O-n this day January twenty-ninth,
N-ow is the time to
G-lide.
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5/23/2024 5:41:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A fantastic acrostic write well executed. Very inspiring.10