Zest Of Life Is Not Permanent Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

L-ife is like a twirling wheel,
E-ver rolling around and around;
O-nce you reach the top
N-ext is touch the ground.
I-n this world of changes,
L-ife is like a switching stream or sea;
O-cean that perpetually rises, and river that falls constantly.

F-ortune here is transient,
L-ife truly is like the sun;
O-nce it's zenith is reached,
R-ays at night are gone.
E-arth's season isn't stagnant, life is like the weather;
S-miling sweetly in sunshine; crying in the storm or twister.

R-ealize the ups and downs,
U-nderstand the cycle of event;
I-n fifteenth morn of July,
Z-est of life is not permanent.