Poem for Haymitch
His Games may be over, but still he frets
Is the alcohol enough to help him forget?
Oh how his heart hardened, sunk like a stone
Even though he was the one to go home
A twist of fate, a stroke of luck
He had Katniss and Peeta to pull him from his rut
He mentored and taught all he did know
Sneaking behind the back of President Snow
To assure them their victory they so richly deserved
A new happiness in him was soon unearthed
The alcohol was consumed less and less
Soon he had no need for that sour tasting mess
He was free at last, from the memories and guilt
A new man from the old, Haymitch Abernathy was rebuilt