Life is a carnival that has to end

ferris_wheelIn the little town in which I grew up in the 1940s, we children used to look forward to the annual Firemen’s Carnival—a fund-raising event for our volunteer fire company.  I’d save my money, and, when the day came, I’d ride the Ferris wheel and the other rides, I’d try to win prizes in the carnival games, and I’d buy cotton candy and drink sugared drinks.   Eventually dusk would come, my money would be spent, I’d be tired and cranky, but I didn’t want to go home.  I’d want the carnival to go on forever.

I’m 76 years old today, and I’m at the dusk of my life.  I’m getting tired and cranky, but I don’t want the carnival to end.  There are still rides I want to take and there are still games I want to play.  I accept that there is, and has to be, a closing time, but I’m not ready to go home and go to sleep.  Not just yet.

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4 Responses to “Life is a carnival that has to end”

  1. Jane Hickok Says:

    Happy Birthday, Phil! We hope you have a wonderful day, a Merry Christmas, a Happy New Year and a good visit with your friends.


  2. Chico Says:

    Reblogged this on Sixty and Single Again.


  3. informationforager Says:

    Happy Birthday Phil. I liked your post and am feeling some of my age also. My Birthday is tomorrow, the 15th, and I’ll be 58.

    Sure, why depart early. Like my grandpa said, “I think I’ll take a plumbing class!!!”

    I asked him why at his age and he said, “In case I ever need it someday.”

    Incidentally, my name is Phil also. What a close and unique coincidence.


  4. Joyce Ireland Says:

    Happy Birthday…Lets you and I just keep on going….you keep on writing and I’ll keep reading….love to you….


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