All Behind You Now
T-he beacon in the morning
E-liminates the cold night;
S-eptember eighth Friday,
S-unshine sets things
A-right.
B-egin to see the light,
U-ntil the dawn breaks somehow;
L-ife's darkest days are
A-ll behind you
N-ow.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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