Your legacy is difficult to follow;
Because we are hollow.
The pill of the truth is difficult to swallow;
And our deeds force us to be low.
The Black Holes are present;
While we are absent.
Without you, we cannot imagine to represent;
Because science without you has no scent.
You talked of leaving the planet;
And we don’t know how to knit.
Are the conditions there totally fit?
We people don’t have proper wit.
Stephen Hawking is an inspiration.
Please don’t make him a fashion.