M-y one and only concern
O-f the moment is to say
N-othing but 'God bless you'
A-s you celebrate the day.
A-llow the Lord to give
L-ove to you all the time;
I-n November twenty-fifth,
B-eacon's face is sublime.
A-llow the sun to emit
N-othing but rays that burn;
T-o pray for you is my
O-ne and only concern.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem