G-o amiss you will not,
E-ighth November early day;
M-orning light will guide you,
M-ist and haze fade.
A-way.
U-nderneath the blue sky,
Y-ou aim for glorious bliss;
S-taying strong in faith,
I-n life you won't go
A-miss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very promising, and hope giving poem. I notice something great in your poems - I always see date mentioned. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks again, Zwelethu, for the comment... I have found a unique way of greeting my friends on their birthday through acrostic name.....