Trackless trains

I've never been asked about the poetry
Though every word I wrote rhymed
They never asked at which University
Did you spend your time?
Composing the poems you did
Its like all the while
Nothing penned was ever read
As if to say
Here are tracks
But upon them
No train
Ever
sped.
I've never been asked about the photography
Though every thing was recorded
They never asked in which Laboratory
Did you develop the prints?
Taking the photographs you did
As if to say
Here is a train
But upon
these tracks
it never
came.