He almost died at the age of 13
After putting his hand through a window
Saved by the quick thinking of a neighbor
Who wrapped his wrist in a towel
The police asked if he was suicidal
She said no, he was just clumsy
And so it went
Attempt after attempt
No one thought he was serious
He had too much to live for, after all
Good looks, talent and confidence
At least that was what he projected
Then the day came
When he finally succeeded
His novel became a best seller
And he was recognized for his talent
So he made his way up the mountain
And yelled at the top of his lungs
"I am done"
The last words he ever spoke
The novel, a pretentious bore
Made it to number 1
Death has a way of elevating mediocrity
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