Reading Hemingway Poem by Smoky Hoss

Sometimes the weight of the world
feels like a Hemingway story -
like carrying around a heavy load
buried deep in a weary mind.
Too much wanted,
too little given.
Time is running out I know,
and there's a terrible thirst
within my soul -
So take me down to the river,
let me have a drink, please,
don't judge how much I need,
how much I lack, or
how much I take...
- If only I could
read Hemingway better...
comprehend what is more, and
what is less; say the words
that carry no verbiage,
sing the song that needs no tune, and
see the vision that requires no eyes, then,
maybe, I'd know.
Yes, Hemingway makes me want to drink.
Not just the thirst of my stomach,
but the drought of my soul,
that besides me, only
God and Hemingway really notice.
- If only I could
read Hemingway better,
then perhaps I could
quench that endless thirst,
for the desire
that life lacks.