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