The Coming Beacon Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

L-et your birthday break,
U-sing the dawn of new year;
C-elebrating two events
I-s making double the cheer.
L-et Saturday night pass,
L-et Sunday shine January first;
E-vening chill fades away, as the firecrackers burst.

M-idnight stars up above
A-re twinkling with glee;
Y-our heart feels the mirth, as your mind is in ecstasy.

Y-our life is filled with hope
A-s you tread on the horizon;
P-ouring rain doesn't matter because of the coming beacon.