Like A Precious Gold Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

J-ust like a precious gold,
A-ccept walking through the fire;
N-ever fear the trials,
E-ven the deepest mire.

B-ehold the precious gold,
A-s you hold your faith;
R-emain hopeful despite the odds,
C-herish the love so great.
E-arly June twenty-seventh,
L-et the fire purify you;
L-ife's woes are needed,
A-lthough they're making you blue.
N-o pain no gain, it's true, brave the rain so cold;
O-nce you pass the test, you'll come up like a precious gold.