Give me another world.

Pardon me. If I can’t keep up with the goings-on. In an unpredictable and zany world. I might as well not even try. Many. Many before me. Have proclaimed, ‘Stop the world. I want to get off.’  But I’m a courageous man. I’ll stay aboard. To satisfy my curiosity. To see. How preposterous life can get. With Donald Trump as our president. Every morning. And every night. Before I go to bed. I try to grasp the significance of it all. And I can’t. Because the world has passed me by. Some day, I suppose. I’ll jump off. From a fast-moving train. And hope that I land safely. Maybe in another world. More suitable. For me. --Jim Broede