Lift Your Spirits High Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-arch ninth early Wednesday,
A-ir in the open is fine;
R-ainy night is already gone,
J-ust let the beacon shine.
O-ne morning has broken,
R-eady to welcome the day;
I-nclement weather turns fair.
E-vening chill fades away.

M-end your damaged heart,
A-n acrostic can truly heal;
R-epair the crack through my rhyme,
A-pply my verse as you will.
F-ix the sad state of emotion,
I-mprove to depart from cry;
N-ew fresh feeling shall come
A-s the lines lift your spirits high.