Back Against The Wall Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

L-et sixteenth December
E-rase the Thursday night;
O-pening the early morn,
N-ever mind the twilight.
I-t's a lovely Friday,
D-on't ignore the beacon;
A-s he begins to rise, shining on your horizon.

M-orning sun in the sky
O-bliterates the shadow;
R-apture and mirth he brings
A-re far away from sorrow.
D-on't let your eyes cry, when the heavy raindrops fall;
A-llow your heart to be brave, with your back against the wall.