The Bank Teller Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

The Bank Teller



S-hadows have passed from view,
U-nderneath the blue sky;
N-ew dawn has broken,
S-oft wind is coming by.
H-aze fourteenth February
I-s nowhere in sight;
N-o more mist and fog,
E-arly Tuesday leaves the night.

S-aving money during sunny days
I-s giving you edge on winter;
C-ash you want to deposit,
A-sk for the bank
T-eller.

The Bank Teller
Monday, February 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday
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Bernard F. Asuncion

Bernard F. Asuncion

Subic, Philippines
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