Inside And Outside

OUTSIDE AND INSIDE The morning is so beautiful outside But inside there is turmoil and anxiety Crisis in old age is difficult to find hope in I write and write But what does it mean? There were great poets in the world Good for them I am struggling with my own simplistic lines To understand myself and my world And all I can do Is write these small confessional verses Which in this case Diminish the anxiety only slightly And make the turmoil a bit less Outside it is still beautiful Inside I am anxious and afraid.