I’m lost. Because I haven’t kept up with modern times. I
haven’t changed enough. Haven’t adapted. I need to be born again. To start over.
As an infant. From scratch. So that I can learn. When the mind is best suited
for learning. The world has raced by. And left me behind. I should have hopped
aboard. But I missed the train. Or was it the stage coach? --Jim Broede
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