I’m a dyslexic reader, yet I love to write.
I mix up the letters, it makes me uptight.
Calvary and Cavalry mix up and I find.
It takes a while for my mind to unwind.
Trying to author a book, come what may,
By transposing letters and numbers all-day
Poems and songs and prose, all the same
But I’m not detoured, by dyslexia’s game.