M-orn October fifteenth,
A-fter the chill of the night;
B-ecause of the rising sun,
E-ven dark turns into
L-ight.
C-heerful dawn has broken
A-t the day you were born;
N-othing to worry about,
O-ctober fifteenth morn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another wonderful birthday acrostic, dear Bernard...10++++