My middle/high school friend, Dennis, has put his wit, creativity, and hyperactivity to good use as a freelance writer. The other day he sent me this enjoyable poem that I thought I would share with my readers. Enjoy! -DCThe Tattered Tollway
Dennis O’Donnell
There once was a young boy named Simon
Who hailed from the small town of Mylan
He was as good as can be
And he was sweeter than tea
But he believed that he was his own island
Simon grew up on the North side of town
Which was South of The City, and just East of Around
He skipped rocks on the rivers and he fished in the creeks
And was the Bi-County-Champion of Hide-‘N-Go-Seek
He was the youngest of three in his family of five
Well, six, I suppose, if you count his cat Clive
He studied in school where he made decent grades
And cheered on his friends when they pranced in parades
He could fling a fast-pitch and he made many outs
And could tie 30 knots, which he picked up in the Scouts
He was a help to old neighbors who lived on his street
Who’d pinch his cute face and say, “Well-aren’t-you-sweet!”
He was zealous with zest as he zipped around town
People said he was blessed and On-Upward-Bound
He loved creating laughter, and could do so with ease
It was fun and it was good, like Macaroni & Cheese
Everyone who knew him was enamored by Simon
During others’ dark days, he’d shine brighter than diamonds
From an outsider’s view it would be a great start
To get an insider’s look at the boy’s golden heart
At times, of course, Simon would get a bit wild
But ruckus and trouble are normal for a child
Through all of the problems and funny-tales from the ‘hood
- And driving parents crazy from the stress they withstood
It’s still tough to deny - and certainly nobody would -
To say that as a young boy, Simon was certainly good
In Mylan he remained through his young-adult years
As he gained the respect of his elders and peers
He was considered a leader and did his best to walk tall
As he went on through his days, being friendly to all
And as he grew up his demeanor grew strong
He grew to be wise, and knew to spot right from wrong
He learned how to think, and strived not to be mindless
He learned how to love, and strived only for kindness
Motivated and willing, to say the least he was driven
And did the-best-that-he-could with the gifts he’d been given
But as Simon grew older, he began to grow torn
He had been only in Mylan since-the-day-he-was-born
He never disliked it, but he desired new scenery
Perhaps some bluer blue skies, or some greener green greenery
He loved his hometown and his life that was there
But he couldn’t help wonder, “What lay beyond the open air?”
After taking his time, Simon made a selection
He was to go off on his own, though unaware of direction
So off Simon went, though awful heavy in heart
He was off on his way to make-up his new start
He told Mylan goodbye, and he thanked them for caring
As they sent him off cheering, with horns theirs a-boom-blaring
He bid his parents farewell, said, “Leave the rest of it to me -
I’m heading off to fulfill my own grand dest-iny”
Simon was weary, but marched ahead strong
He knew the road he was taking was to be more than just long
It was bumpy ol’ winder, and would prove a good test
A tattered toll-way would describe it at best
His first steps were stumbles and nothing short of a fall
As he struggled to grasp that he’d even left at all
But his humble beginnings exceeded all expectations
As he tasted the freshness of sweet liberations
He saw places so appealing, he believed his eyes had betrayed him
He almost forgot Mylan, though his heart had forbade him
Mountains and lakes began to take on a new meaning
They were no longer challenges, but opportunities for greeting
He found strength performing tasks that were generally draining
Like discovering the line where the rain had stopped raining
He just couldn’t contain his expanding curiosity
To do so, he thought, was an unforgivable atrocity
He learned his mind and his brain were in fact two different things
And flying, in fact, rarely required real wings
He began reading books he never knew could be written
He had found a contentness, indeed he was smitten
He learned of his soul, including with it, the duty
Of smiling upon others and recognizing their beauty
He had acquired a knowledge that created his goals
Which proved to be the match that ignited his coals
He was off very quickly in what he called his “new life”
And cut-through-it with ease, like warm butter to a knife
He made fantastic new friends who shared exquisite excursions
Each playing a part of each other’s conversions
Things continued looking up, as Simon kept schlepping on
His suitcase was light, and his worries were gone
He continued this way through the many full moons
Savoring each minute, passing two-moments-too-soon
Simon knew life was gourmet and he desired to taste it
Always cleaning his plate, and never wanting to waste it
The path that he chose had been smooth and spectacular
He achieved a good balance, even brushed up his vernacular
He appreciated the changes that his life had endured
His restlessness, he believed, had been adequately cured
But the road Simon enjoyed was to gracefully fade
For he was now quickly approaching its steep uphill-grade
Up to this junction, he could see all his old tracks
But one must remember, a tattered-toll-way’s not flat
There were holes up ahead that could not be foreseen
And places he’d travel that were much less than serene
He saw the road-signs, and had prepared for the hills
And he packed extra clothes because he’d heard of the chills
He adhered to his map, and he followed the instruction
But nothing prepared him for the toll-way’s construction
The switching of lanes proved a difficult transition
But a necessary change, to get the wish he was wishin’
Simon’s only desire was to find his way in the world
And to find the high road, and to bend with its curls
This was not the first time he had traveled on his own
But was the first time in his life he had felt so alone
When he considered the paths he had previously taken
He had a hard-time-recalling the thought of feeling forsaken
But that was precisely his position on this latest back-road
As he carried what he thought was the world’s heaviest load
He recalled past successes and the friends he had gained
All the awards he had won and great ideas he had brained
But Simon was saddened and more than just a bit strained
And no matter the forecast, it became cloudy and rained
He never would discuss it because Simon was certain
He was the only one who knew such a belittling burden
It was during these times, Simon noticed a change
All the thoughts in his head became tough to arrange
Even he would admit, it was just a bit strange
But he shrugged it all off, without verbal exchange
He would think these thick-thoughts and become lost in his maze
With vision and understanding becoming lost in the haze
He became quite confused, as people sheepishly do
Whenever they’re scared and feeling deepishly blue
He knew the importance of finding his mission
But no matter the options could not make a decision
He knew very few people and felt alone and left out
And for the very first time had encountered self doubt
He’d worry about the present and wonder where it was leading
He’d consider the future, and if he’d be succeeding
He had plenty room for two, but rode alone on his tandem
He suffered in solitude, believing no one could understand him
He longed for simplicity and just a-few-answers-clear
But his quest left him puzzled, like headlights to a deer
He was baffled wondering why his latest route had back-fired
And just when it couldn’t get any worse…Psssshhhhh – He picked up a flat tire
If Simon possessed patience, it was now that he tossed it
This straw broke his back, to say it nicely, he lost it.
“Why am I here and what the heck am I doing?
And why was it this road that I chose for a-choosing?
I see no bright lights at the end of my tunnel
All of my immaculate plans become lost in a funnel”
“Everyone around me seems to have all the answers
Its as if they’ve got brains that are juiced out on enhancers
Their routes are superior and better suited for travel
While mine falls apart as it quickly unravels”
“I’m the only one I know who feels lost and off-course
And I breakdown in mid-stride, like a two-legged horse
My mind is on fire and its only getting hotter
All it receives is gasoline, when all it requires is water”
“Im all out of options, I’ve done all that I can
Am I asking too much for just one helping hand?”
He continued to boil, mixing his anger with fear
And kept up with the grumblings now impossible to hear
Simon was flustered and overcome with despair
- Not the best time to notice he’d forgotten a spare
These were trying times indeed for our good buddy Simon
Who was currently convinced he was his own lonely island
He sat head in his hands with his heart nearly crushed
His body in shambles and withering with rust
He was far too exhausted from his previous fuss
And didn’t notice-the-figure-approaching, who arose from the dust
A man slowly crept forward and stepped into the light
Simon shot up like a rocket, expecting a fight
“Howdy Simon” called the man, in a quite comforting way
“I’m Antonio Andy Anderson, they call me Triple A”
“I couldn’t help notice, but Son, you look a little stuck
I might have just the elixir, let me check in the truck”
Simon was puzzled, and could not understand
Where did he come from, and exactly who is this man?
Antonio sensed the confusion, and said, “Simon, don’t panic
You’re with the world’s best and only Personal All-Car Mechanic.
These holes pop-up-pretty-quickly, not really something you plan
But I heard every word earlier when you had asked for a hand”
Simon wanted to speak, but he couldn’t find his voice
He wanted desperately to leave, but he didn’t have a choice
The man hurried back, to help Simon out of his rut
His two hands were bleeding, though he hadn’t been cut
“Are you OK mister, can I get you a towel?
That’s a pretty nice gash, I bet you let out a howl!”
Antonio declined, and said it was just an old scar
As he brought forth his supplies and looked in Simon’s car
“Ah yes, not a problem, I see this one all the time
I fix twelve of these a day, and charge only a dime
Looks like your car needs some rest, and your tires some air
And don’t worry about the old ones, count on Me for your spare”
Antonio kept searching as he popped open the hood
“From what I can tell, under here you’re all good.
I’ve got to be honest, I’ve been doing this a while,
So I’ll make some suggestions,” He said with a smile
“Your car is the easy part, I can fix that in a snap
But it appears there are other problems we should probably recap”
Simon was relieved that his car was repairable
The thought of being stranded was more than unbearable
He was admittedly confused by what Antonio had told him
But was happy to get the help, this guy’s wisdom seemed golden
Antonio cleared his throat and looked-up-ahead-far
He was providing diagnosis, but never looked at the car
“When drivers need assistance I’m always happy to help ‘em
Its my nature I guess, anyone who reaches is welcome
And as you have seen, accidents occur pretty often
Our goal at Triple A is just to see that they soften”
“Holes come unexpected and are surely uninvited
They often bring anxiety, people become over-excited
These bang-ups are everywhere, and they’re not-gonna-go-away
And at times you’re gonna hit some, I’m awful sorry to say”
“These roads are complex and every bit of a mystery
I’ve seen every little inch of ‘em and know all of their history
I was there when the dirt was laid down as foundation
And I poured out the pavement, stretching beyond imagination”
“I painted the lines to help keep drivers straight
And I threw in some red-lights, because they teach you to wait
Although it can be a slick road, especially during the pours
It’s still a beautiful path, despite the detours”
“Drivers never want to hear it, but I’ll say what I feel,
Cars are rarely the problem, it’s who sits behind the wheel
They try to fix their own rides, believing they’re aware what they need
But they lack the right parts, on top of that they all speed”
“A driver’s main goal usually provides the quick fix
As they ignore the real problems and rig up some slick tricks
When it doesn’t go right they become flushed with frustration
They forget that I, Triple A provide lasting salvation”
“I’ll get plenty-of-calls when their big-cars-become-broken
Though the number drops down when their tires are smokin’
I’m happy to help, though I get a bit sad
They forget I’m always behind them, through both the good times and bad”
“Whether their cars are ridin’ smooth and lack any big-bumps
Or they’ve got an old hooptie which has taken its lumps
Drivers don’t even have to call, they don’t-even-have-to-be-aware
Whether they feel me or not, you can trust me, I’m there
“Oh, I’ve done the best that I can to get my healing word out
I’ve used billboards, books, and my favorite; word-of-mouth
But it still seems as if people are too busy to listen
And just cant grasp the message, now matter how much it glistens”
“Some don’t believe me and most others just doubt me
As they fail to recognize that they are never without me
I am there waiting patiently for my opportunity to guide
To get them back on the road with a more durable ride”
“I wait and I wonder just how long it will take
Before the driver understands that my plans are not fake
I have one golden atlas for each driver that heeds -
Each individually tailored to their own special needs”
“I’ve gotta plan for you too, and it’ll fit like a glove
And its got no material, just built solely on love.”
Simon sat in amazement staring at Antonio’s face
He could not make the form, just its astonishing grace
It was there Simon sat when he started to weep
As he crawled on the ground toward Antonio’s feet
Simon wanted to thank him and let him know that he tried
But felt more than embarrassed, as he attempted to hide
Antonio saw the truth Simon was finally facing
But he did not run off after, he simply stood around pacing
Simon was sprinting, from what he wasn’t sure
But he couldn’t outrun that still voice so pure
“Your problems are common among people your age
You’ve grown wondrous wings but feel trapped in a cage
So times have been tough, you’re not hitting your stride
Your engine is running but don’t know where to ride”
“Your soul thirsts for knowledge but you can’t find a sip
And your mind runs for miles but you take two-steps-and-trip
You make yourself ill, but know you’ve got no infection
As you long for The Way, but can’t seem to find the direction”
“You feel distant and lonely, like you can no longer hack-it
And think no one understands, as you sit stirring in traffic
You think you’re the only one around who gets beat-up and tired
You think you’re off the right road, and don’t know where to inquire”
“Whatever the problem, whenever you feel you can’t do it
I can say without qualms, someone else has been through it
And you’re right, on your own, you may not stand a chance
But know that I’m in your corner and awaiting to dance.”
“Of course it can tough to be off on your own
But just take a look around, you are never alone
You’ll face significant obstacles, of that I can promise
But so will Susanne and your third cousin Thomas”
“When you fall on your face, which you most certainly will
Get back on your feet and get back on the hill
‘You can do it! You can do it!’ Ill be there to remind you
And even when you can’t see, I’ll still be right behind you”
“I’m the wind at your back and that still voice inside you
Let my love and my passion be the good force that guides you.”
“Every road in this world ends up tattered and cold
But there are high ones I know of which are covered with gold
The road you’re on now can lead directly to Me
You’re just paying the price, ya know the toll-ways aren’t free
There ain’t a person around who gets to the high road for free
And if you really wanna get there – you gotta get there through me”
Simon now knew that his first-thoughts-were-wrong
This guy was no stranger, he’d been there all along!
He’d been present beside him through all the valleys and peaks
Through the long days in Mylan and games of Hide N’ Go Seek
He was two steps behind, or in front of him rather
When Simon’s thoughts became too much trouble to gather
He’d been strong as an oak, even when Simon felt weakened
And when Simon became lost he became a great beacon
“There’s no doubt about it”, Simon said to his friend
“That you’re always going to be there, even after the end”
“It is you I will lean on through thick and through thin
And you I will call on whether I lose or I win
I’ve been blessed to have found such a wonderful guide
And to think the whole time, you been waiting inside?!”
Antonio cleaned his hands as he closed up the hood
“I’m glad you get the message, I just knew that you would.”
Simon and Antonio embraced as companions
As they walked off together and peered down at the canyons
Simon was thankful and had burst live into song
But when he turned to give praise, he saw Antonio was gone
Simon sat still as he brushed his hands through his hair
And he was beginning to feel like his young heart could tear
Simon was wondering why Antonio had to leave
Did he break his great promise? What did his visit achieve?
Simon finally calmed down and remembered the lesson
And all of the issues Triple A was addressin’
Whether he sees him or not, no matter when-why-or-where
He knew Antonio never leaves, and he will always be there
He’s there as a friend, just as he always had planned
Always happy to extend those two big-bleeding-hands
Simon felt comfort as he merged back on his road
As he now had some help with his very-large-load
He started his car and looked ahead in the distance
Understanding this road would be full of resistance
And Simon never looked back, or so I am told
As he traveled his days toward the high streets of gold
Whenever times became tough or he began to feel lost
He’d grab Triple A’s card, which was shaped like a cross
There was something about it, those words written in red
Simon just loved to re-read them, here is what they said:
“Whether you’re in New York City or the small town of Mylan
You have got remember no man is an island
I am always there with you, and always inside
Just have a little faith, and I’ll be your guide
You don’t need an appointment or a fancy reservation
Just call me up anytime for a free consultation
If you need some new tires or just a jump-start
A slick change of oil, or a quick change of heart
Let me know, Ill be there any-time any-day
I’m Antonio Andy Andersen, they call me Triple A”