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