Poems of Bai Juyi
Forty years of life and not completely worn out,
Not worrying about more than these few white hairs.
By the waterside, a pair of white egrets.
Why when carefree have they both turned white?
Bai Juyi turns forty in 812. From this point on, he worries on and off about getting old, about retiring, about stuff. You worry more as you get older, if you don't think about better things. He lives another 34 years, takes a bad fall from a horse in his sixties, doesn't retire until actually forced to at 70. He works at his poetry until he is gone. He does okay.