SPELL CHECK

My body is no longer the flawless manuscript
most men would take time out of their busy day
to read, no longer as exciting as the latest novel
nor as interesting as the daily news.
There was a time when everything was capitalized
at all the right places, the i's were dotted and
there were no uncrossed t's.
Everything was worded right.
Sentences had the appropriate emphasis and titles
fit me perfectly.
 
Now, I am more like the comics and even some
of them aren't funny but rather tragic.
I was beginning to think I was of no more use
than a rolled-up newspaper used to swat flies.
But then you found me.
You read the manuscript, overlooking the flaws.
There is no need for spell check, you accept me
as I am.
My words come off of your lips in the form of poetry,
and in your eyes I am the sonnet I had always
hoped to be.
 
Betty Bleen
www.toocutetoboop.com