On The Way To The Top Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

C-limb the highest hill,
A-scending from the ground;
M-ake it to the summit,
E-levate safe and sound.
L-ive up to the expectation, trying to do what is best;
A-pril twenty-ninth morn, your birth God will bless.

J-ump and fly into the air,
O-ver the clouds up high;
Y-earn to soar into the star, reaching the wide blue sky.

A-im for the precious prize;
N-ight of failure passes by;
S-hadows of doubt disappear,
A-s well as moan and sigh.
N-ew dawn comes shining, after the dark dusk is gone;
O-ne day will surely break to bring joy, laughter, and fun.

M-eet the bigger challenge
O-f your life beneath the sun;
R-ising to the occasion,
A-sk God for the race to run.
L-earn to sleep well at night,
E-arly then you'll wake up;
J-ust walk in the right path,
O-n the way to the top.