People were trying to tell him he was a genius.
He brought them solutions,
He made them speechless.
Yet his pride was met with dilutions,
He found the cure.
He founded it’s constitutions,
Their looks were pure.
He didn’t trust their descriptions,
All his life he solved issues.
He had lost his resolutions,
His death was met with tissues.
He could never find his absolutions,
They wanted him to know his genius.
But his eyes were filled with pollutions.
He could never have seen us.