Life's Luck Overflows Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

J-ust let March twenty-fifth
A-im to meet the Saturday;
Y-our birthday has come, the night has gone away.

V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a warmer morning;
L-et the coal clouds turn white,
L-ight above is shining.
A-llow the beacon to shine,
F-rom sunrise to sunset;
U-nderneath the blue sky,
E-arly dawn and breeze have met.
R-aindrops are gone,
T-wilight comes to a close;
E-very jinx has ended, while life's luck overflows.