May Five Friday Is Alive Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-ay five Friday is alive,
A-fter the long cold night;
R-ise of the beacon begins,
I-n the warmth of his light.
E-arly Friday May fifth,
T-wilight passes by;
T-he dusk does the same,
A-s the dark waves good-bye.

T-he fifth of May Friday
A-ims to soothe your mind;
P-ouring rain and chill
A-re both left behind.
L-et your life on earth
E-xert effort to survive;
S-un starts to shine, May five Friday is alive.