Get Up And Move On Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

A-pril eleventh early Tuesday,
R-ise up and move on;
N-ever lose your composure,
E-ven in the lair of the lion.
I-n spite of the downfall, get up and move on;
L-ive another new day, seeing the burning beacon.

E-very time you stumble,
S-tand up, endure the pain;
C-limb the vales and hills,
O-r even the highest mountain.
L-et the sunlight rise
A-bove the new horizon;
N-ever stop when the rain comes,
G-et up and move
O-n.