C-rushing grief is part of life,
H-eartbreak makes one cry;
E-ven anguish gives sorrow, as woe and fret come by.
P-art of life is debacle,
A-ffliction fails one's mind;
S-eptember fifteenth Friday,
C-omfort though is here to find.
U-nder the wide blue sky,
A-im to win over the strife;
L-et us all remember, pain is part of life.
Comfort is found in blue sky through perception of joy. Amazing birthday poem is shared here.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't see many people writing acrostic poems..I thought i'm the only one into it.. Wonderfully written
I've found myself writing acrostics and I really enjoy it...👍👍👍