Taste A Victory Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

R-ise of the sun begins,
U-sing its light by dawn;
T-wilight has disappeared,
H-aze is already gone.

D-ay two in March morn, dusk is nowhere in sight;
E-vening shadows fade into the dark of the night.

M-ist passes from view,
A-s the smoke leaves the air;
T-he coal clouds in the sky
A-re turning white up there.

G-rab every opportunity,
A-ct quickly but surely;
D-eny the waste and haste
I-n order to taste a victory.