He spoke about a hole:
“Now, wait a minute, Jack,
A black hole ain’t so black!”
Those immortal words he said,
Which millions now have duly read,
Hit physics like a ton of bricks.
Well, that’s how Stephen gets his kicks.
Always grinning through his glasses,
He’s brought science to the masses,
Displayed a rare capacity
For humor and audacity.
And that’s why, on this somber day,
With relish we can gladly say:
“Thanks, Stephen, for the things you’ve done.
And most of all, thanks for the fun!”
And though there’s more to say, my friend,
This poem, too, must, sadly, end.
by John Preskill – https://quantumfrontiers.com/2018/03/14/a-poem-for-stephen-hawking/