My back is giving out, I'm faced with the reality of getting older, my body is not what it once was.
I've got my wits though, and I use my head a lot more than I use my back as I get older.
I am faced with the reality that I will have to give it up within the next few years, or sooner perhaps.
As much as I hate being a Carny, at times I still love it, and it will be a sad day when I have to go.
One day, I'll be one of those people that shows up at the lot to say hi and see how everyone's doing. We'll talk about the old days, me and my buddie's, we'll laugh, then I'll leave and go back to my boring life in the regular world. I'll be sad I can't leave with them.
I've seen this happen to other people, watched them walk off the lot, knowing they really wanted to stay, envying me.
And at some level I knew that my time would come too, I can feel it drawing nearer, it makes me shiver.
Being tied down.