No Itch, Irk, Tears And Thorn Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion
No Itch, Irk, Tears And Thorn
C-herish this one moment,
R-emembering your birthday;
I-n memory it isn't lost,
S-ensing it's time to pray.
T-hank God for another year,
E-ndless blessings He brings;
N-ever does He abandon you,
E-levating you to new beginnings.
J-oyful celebration happens
E-very sixteenthth January morn;
A-nother delight you deserve,
N-o itch, irk, tears and thorn.
i remember my classmates in' grade school does this religiously and still very beautiful until now... thanks for sharing
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5/9/2024 2:32:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A truly joyful birthday acrostic, sir Bernard.