Thoughts of a Dyslexic
Will I or won't I rememberThat a b is a d
Or a q is a p
Will I or won't I remember
That there's a magic e
A silent w, k, h and t
Will I or won't I remember
That my ears play a trick
When I write brick or stick
I might miss out the r and forget about c
Or omit all the vowels
Oh fiddle dee dee
Will I or won't I remember
There's a long and a short
Of the vowels galore
An â can be á, an ô can be ó
An ê can be é, an î can be í
And I don't know why there's a y in a fly
I know I won't remember
My tables off by heart
To tell the time without a slip
Or tie my shoe laces before I trip
I know I won't remember
The days of the week
The months of the year
Or even the date of my birthday I fear
I forget lots of things
My spelling is poor
O where did I put
The knob of my door?
I'm locked in you see
In more ways than one
I cannot escape from the need to achieve
I see things in pictures
A gift quite unique
But this goes unnoticed
I'm dyslexic and weak
I know I'm not dull
I know I'm not thick
But these are the labels
That make me feel sick
