Feynman's Journey Poem by Joshua Erick

A curious one, a father's son, the apple it didn't fall far,
inspired by a man who was hit by an apple, thinking about our star.

With a dream, that lived and to last,
until he lost his lover, and it broke his dream.
and forever after it was less a game, but more job and a realist mean.
But was it vein? for it brought the man to his core,
who then had a passion for more, to find and know,
more then before.

Was it a greater good, building a bomb,
just to protect, but didn't questions its ways once the conditions had changed.

Did he forget why,
a utilitarian at heart,
but genius with an ego's eye.

Gone 200,000 Japanese lives,
in Los Alamos, they couldn't hear the Japanese cries.

It surely haunted his dreams,
in a depressive condition,
without any suppressed religious superstition.

With his dilemma, his death and all of his best,
are gone and will be forgotten.