Ride High Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

Ride High

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R-ide high above the clouds,
A-s the sky is blue;
N-ot for a single moment,
D-efeat won't come to
Y-ou.

P-ray for sweet victory,
A-sk God to beat the foe;
A-llow the win to bring
L-oss to fret or woe.
I-n eighteenth of September,
S-uccess shall never die;
B-ecause of your firm faith,
O-pen your wings to ride high.

Ride High
Thursday, July 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lamar Cole 27 July 2017

Riding high reading this great poem.

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Thanks, Lamar.... a big like👍

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Bernard F. Asuncion

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