M-iss not the new day,
O-n the twenty-eighth of January;
N-ight shadows disappear,
A-s the dawn shows its glory.
M-iss not the new day,
O-nce the evening is over;
N-ever stay at your sleep,
C-hoose to rise from slumber.
A-fter the dusk and twilight,
D-arkness will fade away;
A-im at the fresh morn, miss not the new day.
Beautiful poem- full of hope and glory associated with each new dawn. Thank you, Bernard.
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