Red Beacon Can'T Wait
V-ile weather Saturday turns
I-nto a beautiful Sunday;
N-ew dawn has broken,
A-s the dusk fades away.
C-old chill and raindrops
A-re nowhere in view;
S-un eighth January rises
T-o brighten the blue.
I-t's a wonderful birthday,
L-et the mist evaporate;
A-fter the night is gone,
R-ed beacon can't wait.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2018
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