Hemingway was a writer
who lived so he could write,
who wrote what he had lived.

Not a bad existence
if you can handle war,
women, bulls and booze.

There was plenty to write about,
his reporter’s eye
winking as he stared down each page.

Not a bad existence
right up to the end
which blew up in his face.

Hemingway was a good teacher.
His death convinced me
I can only stay alive if I write.

Charles Johnson


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