Steve Was Due Poem by Richard Jarboe

Steve Was Due



He looked like a baby bird ruffled in a nest,
But when it came to physics, Steve knew best,
Most of his life Steve spent in a chair,
But his imagination took him just about everywhere,
And now he roams the Heaven so blue,
Steve was due.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: stephen hawking
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