Have you read Tolstoy's "Walk in the light while there is light"? Wonderful short story!
At the end, the old man, having finally come in, is being shown into the vineyard to work. The vines are triving, vibrant, and the young and strong are surging this way and that, singing, with their bushels full of grapes. But No, this is not for you. He is led to the next field, where middle age has slowed them all down, and the vines are older, heavier, but not so much with grapes. Still, they fill their baskets as they work, reflecting in silence.
(I'm paraphrasing this hugely, maybe just wholesale rewriting at this point!)
Fitting! They are here when they are young and strong, and they bring the strength of their lives, and receive a bounteous harvest. And these older ones, still, they have some strength remaining, and still, with serious, gather in.
And he is taken to the last field, overgrown, untended, and nothing to harvest. Fitting for me! In tears he surveys his end, a vineyard with no vintage! Don't cry! A man stands there, looking as old and grey as he feels. These vines aren't empty, look here, look there, do you see them? And slowly, he probes the shadows, and begins to gather his harvest.
It's better to come early!
Much love!