Time Is Flying Fast Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-ake Saturday morning
E-ver beautiful and sunny;
R-ays from the red beacon
A-re shining with glee.
L-et seventeenth December warm,
Y-our soul and your heart;
N-ew dawn has broken, as twilight and dusk depart.

P-ouring rain and chill
A-re nowhere in sight;
Y-our life feels the thrill,
A-s well as pure delight.
N-ever let Friday remain,
A-llow it instead to pass;
Y-our birthday has come, for time is flying fast.