In those lonely days <br />when I infused chance eye contact <br />with deeper meaning <br /> <br />I would put up with your voice <br />Distant yet demanding <br />Like a control tower <br /> <br />Now I shake the dust off the quilt, <br />Strike back at your oppression <br />the way a child imagines the Boxer Rebellion<br /><br />Michael Philips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reversal/
