I am not old, — I cannot be old,
Though threescore years and ten
Have wasted away, like a tale that is told,
The lives of other men:
I am not old; though friends and foes
Alike have gone to their graves,
And left me alone to my joys or my woes,
As a rock in the midst of the waves.

Martin Farquhar Tupper (1810-1889) English poet

“The Song of Seventy,” A Thousand Lines (1846)