Your Birth Sets Things Aright Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

E-arly in the morning,
L-ight starts shining bright;
I-t promises comfort,
S-etting everything
A-right.

B-irth brings much mirth,
A-s the dawn begins to break;
T-wilight has disappeared
A-s well as the heartache.
L-et the sun wake you up,
L-etting you rise from bed;
A-fter the night of slumber, there's thrill in your head.

M-ake it through the dark
U-ntil the morning light;
T-wenty-second October
Y-our birth sets things
A-right.