Janice Windle


(For Donall) Inside, Outside


Sometimes I'm old on the outside
and young on the inside.

Sometimes I'm young on the outside
and old on the inside.

Sometimes I'm young
but on the old side

Sometimes I'm old
but on the young side

Sometimes I'm on the outside
looking inside

Sometimes I'm on the inside
looking outside

Always I'm young when you're
inside me.

Submitted: Saturday, May 02, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, September 08, 2009

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  • Onelia Avelar (5/19/2009 2:24:00 PM)

    :) Very cute and clever poem, Jan. The noetic aspects of the age and an entertaining play of hide and seek between the two concepts of old and young. I am glad to find this philosophical-poetical gem after my return to PH. Add it to my favorites! (Report) Reply

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