Avan the Artist
by: Esmeralda G.
There was an
Artist with long curly hair,
woke up every morning to a cup of coffee and a pear.
He would make his way to his room, where he kept all his art materials,
Packed everything in his leather bag, and got his skateboard that needed new wheels.
He specialized in painting people of all types and sorts,
He always had a smile on his face, and was a really good sport.
His influence came from the busy brilliant city
Many wanted their portrait done, but it couldn’t be done all the time, it left him feeling guilty.
He was diligent though never wasting time,
Rest would come during lunch and bedtime.
At noon as the sun began to settle down, work was not over
He rode over to a rich neighbourhood and planted flowers with a sweet odor.
Ladies with the expensive clothing brands, and fancy cars cringed at him
They knew he was uneducated and thought his chances of being famous very slim.
He didn’t mind though, what they didn’t know wouldn’t kill them.
He had got offered a job at a well paying art studio, the employer’s saw him as a gem.
He worked hard as always keeping the charming attitude
Even on bad days he still managed not to let anyone ruin his mood.
Most people admired him but he didn’t consider himself anything special
Being humble was his way of life it made things less stressful.