Cry Not Over Spilled Milk Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

K-ind clime makes one smile,
R-ain falls on a crying bird;
I-t's better to accept things,
S-poken words can't be recovered.
T-ry not to cry over spilled milk,
I-t's already gone to waste;
N-ever be in vain regrets
E-ven if it has a better taste.

G-rieve not over spilled milk, for it cannot be undone;
O-ctober tenth early morn, it's time to see the sun.

E-xpect the unexpected,
D-on't mind the broken silk;
I-t's nice to utter with a laugh,
C-ry not over spilled milk.