On spotting the famous writer

I recognised him as soon as I saw him,

the famous writer across the road,

he used to set the literary world on fire

with article, poetry and prose.

 

I crossed the street and approached him,

hurrying eagerly along the pavement,

wanting to exchange a few words

and tell him how much his work meant.

 

You used to write for the Guardian,

you’ve had articles published in Time

and I just loved your debut novel,

I could quote you line after line.

 

But then you seemed to disappear,

everyone wondered, where did you go?

The writer became a legend, a myth.

There’s one thing we all want to know.

 

Who are you writing for these days?

You don’t publish, as far as I can see.

At this he stopped and with a smile he said,

The answer is I write just for me.