You’re not like other grandparents, telling kids crazy tales.

You were always judging the world for when it passes or fails.

You were empirical, analytical, and maybe a little bit cynical,

But it rubbed off on me, I’m just like you, but I’m more critical.

 

I’m critical of your belief that I cannot learn at a faster rate.

Your logic that I’m too young to learn is something I really hate.

I’m just human! I’m curious, but you’re a god, refusing to teach.

You’re the wisest man I’ve met. I’m not out of your reach.

 

When I tried to talk to you, you’d turn me away,

‘Cuz apparently, I’ll learn of what I’m asking another day.

Your discoveries, your research, won’t you pass it to me?

But you say that I’ll have to wait until I’m twenty three.

 

And now...

 

You’re not around, but I still hear the sound of your voice,

Pushing me the right way, to make a better choice.

You might be gone, but I carry on, and I keep you alive

By what you did with your life, and I will do just that.

 

You gave your papers, books, and files to my cousin and dad.

But I’m not allowed to read any of it, which makes me kind of mad.

They keep coming in, we take them in, I can’t even touch them.

Throw me some mathematics, some physics, or at least a little chem.

 

If you don’t know how it works, what good is seeing the world?

You keep saying that knowledge will help future unfurl.

And yet, you close me off from your feats and creations

You keep telling me that first, I should build my foundation.

 

I’ve built it, I’ve done it, but you still won’t let me in.

You said it yourself: Ignorance is the biggest sin.

You stand by your words, but say I have much to learn.

So I did, on my own, but time continued to turn.

 

And at this point...

 

You’re not around, but I still hear the sound of your voice,

Pushing me the right way, to make a better choice.

You might be gone, but I carry on, and I keep you alive

By what you did with your life, and I will do just that.

 

After a couple years, I have more to ask about.

But you still won’t answer, and now, I start to doubt.

I’m doubting that I’ll ever get anything out of you.

You say that I’ll start to get it in another year or two

 

Granddad! You’re lying! You’re dying! Why won’t tell me anything?

At least explain duality or the theory of strings!

You keep saying that I’m too young, but I know I’m pretty keen.

And we both know that you’re losing time. You’re about to leave the scene.

 

And in 2009, you left me with nothing at all

And the classroom where I waited for you’s just another empty hall

So I stop waiting on your words, because your books were still intact

But when I open the first book, it’s like you knew how I would react

 

Because...

 

You’re not around, but I still hear the sound of your voice,

Pushing me the right way, to make a better choice.

You might be gone, but I carry on, and I keep you alive

By what you did with your life, and I will do just that.

 

And now several years have past since you left.

I’m hurting and suffering from raging mental arrest.

I understood nothing at all from your books those years before,

But I’m more knowledgeable now; not a boy anymore.

 

I kept on reading and studying and questioning but there’s no sign of any

Answering, explaining, because I was blind.

I was blind that to understand your words I need to look for a

Concept or pattern, so that’s the path I took

 

And now, I see the world in a different view.

Many great things that I’ve done, I owe them to you.

With and answer received from you, I know which direction to go

And I keep looking to you, because now that I know

 

You’re not around, but I still hear the sound of your voice,

Pushing me the right way, to make a better choice.

You might be gone, but I carry on, and I keep you alive

By what you did with your life, and I will do just that.