Hemingway and I.
I do not want re invent myself rather I would like to go back
to what I used to be before domestic demands took my time,
and dreams became like hole-in-one at a golf course.
I had to work to
support a family of four and wearing a suit,
stole some time from family demands sitting in my garage
looking at my car...should I escape this domestic bliss?
Once my mates and I climbed trees I sat on an oak branch
told them when I grow up I will be a writer. Now that I´m old
I have my chance, but so much innocence has run into silt
I will never be a Hemingway of letters.
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