C-annot choose but be happy,
A-s I see the joyful tears;
R-ise of the beacon begins,
L-ight above the horizon
A-ppears.
G-rief has just hidden
U-nder the dark oblivion;
A-mount of mirth has given
N-othing but jubilation.
Z-one of the new dawn
O-bliterates the agony;
N-ovember twenty-seventh Monday, I cannot choose but be happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely right. Being happy is the foundation of a good life. Another great acrostic write, , , , ,10
Thanks, Rose Marie.... You always make me happy😃😃😃