As you walk down the street how often do you meet
Some poor man whose life has life had grown old?
His aged form is bent in his pocket not a cent
And for shelter knows not where to go
See that poor old wreck of toil his children him do
shun
To die Im sure he has prayed
For himself and dear wife after toilin all their lives
Find theyre old and only in the way
Chorus
So let us cheer them on they wont be with us long
Dont laugh because theyre old and gray
Just remember while youre young that for you the time
will come
When youre old and only in the way
Now my message, Im sure, is for the rich as well as
poor
Take a rich man when hes growin old
His relations round him stand and they take him by the
hand
They want him to die they want his gold.
All through life he has enjoyed all the things that
gold can buy
But gold his life could not save.
After all hes like the poor when his journeys nearly
ore
Find hes old and only in the way
Chorus
So let us cheer them on they wont be with us long
Dont laugh because theyre old and gray
Just remember while youre young that for you the time
will come
When youre old and only in the way
When youre old and only in the way