WRITER OF THE DAY

'For whom the bell tolls,' when the bull comes from it's gate,
there's no escape, from words, destiny and ultimate fate;
we drink in Cuba - Miller, Hemmingway, Salinger and I,
They leave instructions, what you shouldn't do or even try.

They tell me their 'great' lives - don't know their 'great' yet,
I listen on one elbow, it's about as good as it can get,
I'm young, in awe of their perception, they've got balls,
ready for a nice chautauqua, insight, when anyone calls.

'Capricorn and 'Cancer' already in the writer's mind,
read 'em boy, otherwise you'll just be left behind,
I did, transported to New York and Paris, best lines,
Rider Haggard breezed in carrying 'Solomon's Mines.'   

When the Russian/Ukranian war ends and it all calms,
perhaps then we should remember 'A farewell to arms.'