----- <br />As I grew up my dreams grew small <br />made cool and polished and polite <br />for they first faced a blank white wall. <br />As I grew up my dreams grew small. <br />Wall covered skies and skylark’s call <br />then bricks built inward, out of sight. <br />As I grew up my dreams grew small <br />made cool and polished and polite.<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-triolet-a-domestic-from-the-third-world/
