Cover Your Mouth
D-awn twenty-second December
O-pens the day with light;
N-ight cold chill disappears,
N-ew morn sets things
A-right.
D-arkness has vanished,
E-arly beacon is burning bright;
L-et Thursday be beautiful,
O-ne warm weather is in
S-ight.
S-hadows, dusk, and twilight
A-re all nowhere in view;
N-o more mist and haze
T-o make your birthday blue.
O-pen your mind to the truth, no more reason to doubt;
S-o when lies long to destroy, let your hand cover your mouth.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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