No Time To Waste Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-ay thirtieth early morn
A-ims to wake you up;
R-ise of the sun begins,
C-hill and raindrops stop.
I-t's a rare opportunity,
A-n acrostic is composed;
L-et both your eyes open, as the warm light glows.

A-nother chance is given,
S-o you can understand;
U-se your mind and heart,
N-ot only the touch of your hand.
C-opy what I have written
I-n the link, then paste;
O-pen another new folder,
N-o time to waste.