The President Of The School For Ministers Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

B-eautiful beacon Tuesday
E-rases the chill of night;
N-ew dawn has broken,
E-liminating the twilight.
F-og, mist and haze fade,
R-ain evades the fine weather;
I-n tenth January morn,
D-usk is already
O-ver.

S-un has begun to rise
A-bove the clear horizon;
N-o more dust in the air,
T-he shadows are gone.
I-t's a wonderful birthday,
A-s everyone remembers;
G-reetings to the President
O-f The School For Ministers.