Bernard F. Asuncion
Make It To The Top - Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion
R-adiance of reflecting rays
O-f the sun spreads everywhere;
L-ightness lets the dawn
A-chieve the time to shine brighter.
N-ight, before the early morn, promises to vanish at daybreak;
D-ark fades into the shadows, letting the fun replace the ache.
P-ure delight turns the moment
I-nto a happy celebration;
N-ook is filled with joy,
G-reetings cheer up the occasion.
O-n twenty-first January, may the Lord lift you up;
L-etting you climb the hill, and make it to the top.
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