This My Voyage Poem by Jacob Muthoka

When vitals have boarded victuals,
Why concern the sundry?
When soileth I nobody's cake,
Why stall my thrust?
For this' my voyage
And I esteem none a judge,
But one that journeys idiomatic.

Perhaps lost in the way,
Yet I'm established in resolve!
And nothing matters more.
For countless have eyes parochial
Peeping through life's crevices,
But this' my voyage,
Eventually that my urge
In consolation should reside.

This journey's got phases
And besets sublime,
Upsets soon become my avocation,
Joy scintillatingly employs
And a comedy my scene becomes!
Albeit in refuge, it's mine voyage
Hosting none a grudge,
My raiment not to tarnish.

I cherish no voodoo
And dance not to the storm too,
As the stars' glim up there,
So my treasury gleams in here.
I'm packaged enough
For this my voyage,
Esteeming none a judge
But one that journeys idiomatic.