Meeting The Author Poem by Neil Young
Meeting The Author
A lonely profession; my mum warned you.
There you are researching another book.
I worry that it's taking you so long.
The sun is out.I'd call you for a catch up,
Carrot cake at ‘The Walker' like we used to,
But there are distances between us now…
Around the town, a thronging noise disturbs.
It seems the world has grown so young and fast.
You worry that your writing can't keep up.
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