I read about Hemingway’s death
And could not bring myself to write
A poem about such a tragic ending
Or a poem about his life.

While I understand depression
And I know the pain of night
There is much more joy in living
My heart prefers the light

Though much of life is dark
And many find their solace there
A candle fills that part of me
It’s for the light I care

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