The Old Man Down The Road Poem by devon da poet

A little boy dressed in cocky pants and jumpers will soon prove himself to be more than just an ordinary boy
He was always found in torn-up clothes strolling along the dusty streets near his hometown, driving the big-time stick-rollers.
His sandals were filled with holes from underneath but they were good enough to comfort his feet.
His father abandoned him at 5 years old.
His mother was a cook in the small restaurant near the brook.
Sparingly she utilized her salary because there was not enough to squander.
She got him a lot of used books that was partially destroyed by other kids,
But it was no big deal because they were free.
She forced him to read and he did indeed, every morning, every noon and every night, until he saw life in a different world.
His horizon surpassed most but he was reluctant to boost.
At the age of 18 he moved with his mother to the city where he attended college.
Mama has saved just enough over the years to cover only his first year but he saw himself graduating.
After completing his first year he found a job near the campus as a typewriter.
He typed all the novels and books written by a lot of published authors.
As he wrote he read, and at the end of every month he was paid.
After graduating from college he then moved to a more active city where he would become a totally different person.
On his arrival, he immediately got involved in literature and screen play, where his talents were displayed.
“Junior, o Junior such a right time to indulge liquor I muse. Samaria o Samaria why’d you leave me that day”: A line uttered in one of his screen plays.
As time elapsed gradually, he became more and more famous throughout that city where he resided.
But deep down inside, he had an urge to do something no one else has ever attempted before. An urge to somehow pause the world, an urge to silent the wind and calm the tempestuous seas.
At age 30 he was already world renowned for his artistic works but no one knew not what was just before their eyes. Something amazing was about to be summoned into this world.
What could be so mind boggling? What could be so amusing that even the queen of England would be in suspense? The stars in the heaven did gave a sign, but how many really have seen it? If they’d seen it they wouldn't have been so astonished.
A new book was finally completed. So much energy and time were invested into composing such a valuable piece of resource but of course it will take more than just a book to freeze the universe.
Today, here am I strolling down this dirt road hoping to find a peace of mind. As I persisted in my walk I realized that there were some familiarity with this environment but at the moment I was dubious. That was until I caught sight of this old man down the road.
He looked like someone I've seen before though I cannot really recall his appearance. So inarticulately I assumed that he was just an ordinary old man just like any other. He had a cane in his hand, his face was covered with a glasses, his pants was worn way up on his chest and his hair was as white as snow. But no one knew what I was about to unfold.
As I stepped on forward, I remember a story my dad once told me about a book that was lost and had unfortunately never been published. Just right after I heard a whisper, it was the wind. The wind immediately seized. The trees were also quiet and there was no sound at all.
I was in deep shock because this seemed to be such a weird moment. As I finally approached the old guy sitting on a stone near the road side I asked if he understood what has just happened. He hesitated a bit and then he replied. He said, “son the time is now right! ” I wondered a bit and then asked, “the time is right for what sort of thing? ”
Then he replied, “The book! ” So with great eagerness I looked at him and muse but I was so confused by the word he has just uttered. Then I said, “What book? ”
Then he said, “the one you are about to read”. So I smiled and continued my journey concluding this guy to be just another weirdo.
After the walk began to become a bit exhausting I decided to return home for a little rest. As I approached home I soon remembered that I had to do some packing-up in my room. As I was about to reach for the broom standing next to the closet I caught sight of a book loitering long side the closet.
The cover of the book was blank and the inner pages was written in pen ink.
So I stopped for a minute to think. I was just wondering if what that lousy old man was saying could possibly have some truth in it.
There was only one way to find out. I began reading the book. As I started reading the first page I was in deep shock. It was as though the book was speaking directly to me. The book has told me everything I needed to do in other to change the world.
I've seen the names of great people that have made the world a bit more innovative. The book has shown me all the tactics needed to defy the obstacles of this world.
I've read about who I am and what I’m supposed to do in this world.
This book has shown me my destiny. The author has literally written me.