As The Time Goes On Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

H-aze and mist disappear
E-arly March seventh day;
L-onely shadows are gone,
E-ven the dark and gray.
N-ew dawn has broken while the evening is fading;
A-fter the twilight leaves, the sun slowly starts rising.

N-ight chill begins to warm
A-nother beautiful morning;
Z-estful breeze brings soft touch, giving you a fresh feeling.

A-im for the elusive prize,
B-rave the hostile horizon;
R-each the end of the journey,
A-s the time goes on.