A Birthday Poem for a Favorite WriterWhose books these are I think I know.
He says he's quitting writing though.
Goodbye, Columbus, Portnoy, Swede.
He’s leaving Houghton Mifflin low.
The guy who gave us much to read
From writing pressure must be freed.
But Letting Go at eighty now,
May be our loss, but it's his need.
So here's our wish. It's nothing new.
It's sappy and it's also true
More great life and lit for you
More great life and lit for you.