When you walk along the street how oftentimes you meet Some poor old man who's gotten old and gray? With age his back is bent, in his pockets not a cent And for shelter he has no place to stay His relations by the score, they'll turn him from the door They'll see him on the street and pa** him by If you ask them why they do, they'll turn and say to you He is old, he's gray, he's only in the way Now let us cheer them on, for they won't be with us long Don't sneer at them because they're old and gray Just remember while you're young that for you the day may come When you'll be old and gray and only in the way Now my message I am sure is for rich as well as poor For take a rich man when he's growing old His relations 'round him stand and take him by the hand They all want him to die, they want his gold And what it's truly worth to own the riches of this earth He'll discover at the closing of the day After all he's like the poor when his journey's nearly o'er He finds he's old and gray and only in the way Now let us cheer them on for they won't be with us long Don't sneer at them because they're old and gray Just remember while you're young that for you the day may come When you'll be old and gray and only in the way