No he’s not a superhero,
At least not one forged by gamma rays.
No, he’s not Spiderman,
He says an outfit like that’s for the gays.
No, he can’t fly,
But he’ll drive pretty fast
To pick up his kid from play practice.
No, He’s not Superman,
But he does have a kryptonite.
He’ll tear when he sees
His sons succeed in life.
He seems unstoppable,
He’s climbed many obstacles.
His arch enemy Poverty still spits in his face,
But he puts up a fight
and he’s all too often under appreciated,
for the effort it takes.
No, my hero is not from a page,
Outer space, or some mutant race.
He’s a man, as fallible as any.
My Hero has the super power to pay bills,
Make Plates fill,
And drag himself into work when he’s ill.
If I grow up,
I sincerely hope to be,
Even half as invincible a he.
For my father.