Hands On Your Right Knee Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion
Hands On Your Right Knee
E-arly twenty-third January,
M-onday morn starts to break;
Z-enith and beacon heal
Y-our pain and your heartache.
P-ure delight and mirth
A-re brought to the day;
L-et the dark evening end,
O-ne lonely night fades away.
M-ist and haze are both gone, celebrate your birth with glee;
A-llow your arms to put your hands on your right knee.
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