Good Morning Life Poem by Jacob Muthoka

Good morning mister, of thy
kindness to receive,
All groans of yester, thou does seem to
reprieve,
With a promise to stir, tinges optimiste do
contrive,
Pain's sphincter lets laughter, it's another
reason to live.

Swaying pyjamas on sling, the autopsy right
begins,
Stayed on the bed is a rolling, whom my
kitchen concerns,
"Who took that mine bedding, and Ngwaci
scantily obtains?
Wanna see me cast the ring, that thine
blossom returns? "


The morning prescription taken, I am
innocuously abased daily,
To equate with all good men, whose wives
possess jealously,
For what woman with a noble token, shirks to
lose recklessly?
Taught in the womb that lesson, it breaks
suspicious smiles secretly.

So a frowned fellow I am, and not alone in
this generation,
Often silent kicks boom, where behind the
driver I myself resign,
Mister, let the news come, you know, cowboys
pay to listen,
Devising to forget the theme, but slaughters
make to mourn.

A day received with glory, all mine suffer
classic deplores,
My stem with a rigorous forgery, in front of
the boss affords strange chores,
The cold of June here has a story, then an
unnerving sudden Salsa implores,
My acquittal is my worry, nobody cares to
hear the weather course.

Soon ‘t's time the cycle to restart, wishing a
fair friend had that control
remote,
All these woes at will to alleviate, yet as I am,
they incur not the respite,
With some spreed daily to hurt, alone I
remain, a man of living heart,
I choose to live life when I find it, even if
minutes thirty like a concert.

I rise as proud as the rays of the sun, I return
crumbled like muddy earth,
This manner of men taught me none, but the
proverbial sways of youth,
What shall I do but a resolve one, tonight,
where else to go but Unguth!
Limited of option, I have all mornings mine,
even if not couth.