Bernard F. Asuncion
Here Is What I'm Offering - Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion
E-very eighteenth January morn
S-hadows of the night fade;
P-reparing to let the sun
E-nlighten the world God made.
R-oad ahead is bright crimson
A-s the future is promising;
N-ew dawn will shine zealously,
A-fter the break of morning.
H-appy birthday to you
I-s all I want to convey;
P-ure delight is all I wish for
O-n this memorable day.
L-et the Lord turn your worried mind
I-nto an optimistic thinking;
T-ouching your heart and soul,
O-rdinary ode here is what I'm offering.
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