Ah, the most despised minority: elderly bloggers. We could meet in one of those stand-up coffins on street corners that people used to use for making telephone calls.
Meanwhile, there's this that I lift as is from Laudator Temporis Acti (link):
An Old Man and His Books
Lu Yu (1125-1209), The Wind and the Rain (tr. Pai Chwen-yu):
Though I am seventy, I do not want to leave my books:
I fear that only death will be able to snatch me away from them.
I wake and poke at the lamp beneath my window,
And so I pass through this night of wind and rain.
Oh, to be 70 again...