The evening of life brings with it its lamps.
I realize that I'm in the twilight of my career.
Years have passed and how I am anxiously watching the twilight of my childhood, quietly sinking, never to rise again.
Old age is the night of life, as night is the old age of the day. Still, night is full of magnificence; and, for many, it is more brilliant than the day.
I've been in the twilight of my career longer than most people have had their career.
Turning seventy is like beginning the eighth inning of a baseball game. The contest is nearing completion, but there's likely to be some action, and even a few exciting plays, before the game draws to an end.
Me being in a managerial position has never crossed my mind. Even in the twilight of my career.
Some people spend their lives building ultimate dream homes so they can enjoy their twilight years... Others spend their last days in nursing homes.
By the middle of the century, retirement culture - exemplified by timeshares in Florida, the golf industry, and AARP membership - was booming. Americans, it turned out, were pretty good at figuring out how not to do anything in their twilight years.
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
For as old age is that period of life most remote from infancy, who does not see that old age in this universal man ought not to be sought in the times nearest his birth, but in those most remote from it?
My career progressed slowly. Real slow at a time. The irony of it was I had the best part of my career between when I was 45 and 49 years old. That's when most people are in their twilight, waiting to get to the Champions Tour. And that's when I made most of my hay.
Memories can bring comfort to the old and infirm, but memories can also be implacable foes, a malicious army of temporal ghosts forever pillaging the long-sought-after peace of our twilight years.
