Ah, nothing is too late
Till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.
Cato learned Greek at eighty; Sophocles
Wrote his grand Oedipus, and Simonides
Bore off the prize of verse from his compeers,
When each had numbered more than fourscore years.
And Theophrastus, at fourscore and ten
Had but begun his “Characters of Men”.

Longfellow

And Grandma Moses started when? The fun is in the trying, and who knows, you might produce a masterpiece. People mature at different ages. Some of my university contemporaries were old fogies at the age of 21. I, on the contrary, was rejected at first by the same university at the interview for being too immature and was told to go away and join the army. I didn’t become an old fogie until around the age of 60 (I am only barely joking). At that age you have more confidence and don’t really care what others think of you. You have a lifetime of experience to assist you, and the desire for fame and fortune has waned. And even if you don’t produce an Oedipus Rex your mind has stayed alive and you have a feeling of achievement. I hope this will be encouraging to others who are younger. The best years of my life have been since I reached my sixties, although, dear reader, I sincerely hope you don’t have to wait so long!