Things That Are Right Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

J-anuary eighteenth morn
A-ims to warm your heart;
N-ew dawn has broken,
I-t's a finest day to start.
N-ight cold chill is over, due to the beacon's blaze;
E-vening shadows disappear, along with the Tuesday haze.

L-ight early Wednesday
I-s rising above the line;
N-o more mist and fog,
A-s the weather is fine.
Y-our life and your soul
A-re both bathed with light;
O-pen your mind and think of the things that are right.