Hope For The Luck Anew Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

A-s Tuesday starts to come out,
M-onday night is gone;
B-eacon begins to shine,
E-arly light meets the dawn.
R-ise of the morning sun
L-ets you wake from slumber;
Y-our eyes gladly open,
N-ot ignoring twenty-seventh December.

G-et up from the bed,
A-s the cold chill fades away;
M-idnight moon brings warmth,
U-ntil the break of day.
E-liminate your nightmares,
D-on't let them ever haunt you;
A-llow the bad dream to disappear, hope for the luck anew.