Waiting In Line With Friends Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

P-ouring rain and chill
A-re nowhere to be found;
M-orn twenty-first February, you wake up safe and sound.

M-ist, haze, and fog
A-re fading into the night;
R-ise of the sun begins,
A-fter the lonely twilight.
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a warm fine day;
L-et the dusk disappear,
L-et the storm fade away.
A-s you enjoy the light, the red beacon ascends;
S-weet shine shall bathe you, while waiting in line with friends.