Don't Let The Glory End Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

Y-our birthday has come,
O-ffering a pure delight;
L-ove of the Lord in heaven
I-s given to you outright.
N-ew morn begins to break,
D-ecember seventeenth day;
A-s you get up from the bed, dark shadows fade away.

P-ouring rain and cold chill
E-vade the rising beacon;
N-either dusk nor twilight
A-ims to hinder the dawn.
V-ile weather turns fine,
E-arly sun's rays ascend;
R-egain the lost pleasure,
D-on't let the glory
E-nd.