Papa Velez
You’d be the smartest old man
Your brain would never be
As big as your heart
I have always thought
You are a hero
Those kinds of people
Always exist in comics
So I thought
Your arms were raised high
To the sky
With them, you brought
Up my hopes
Your glasses helped you see
Clearly you didn’t need them to notice
How successful I’d be
I hope to make you proud
To the point you dance like papa
I once had a broken wing
But you taught me to fly
I don’t think
There's anything I can say
Nothing I do can
Ever repay you
Just know that
You are my inspiration
You always had a bright smile
The light you radiated my path
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