Old and Only In the Way When you walk along the street How often times you'll meet Some poor old man who's getting old and grey His age is feeble spent In his pockets not a cent And for shelter he has nowhere to go His relations by the score They'll turn him from the door They'll meet him on a street, they'll pass him by If you ask them why they do They'll answer you and say, "He is poor, he's old, he's only in the way" Now let us cheer them all For they won't be with us long Don't point at them because they're old and grey For remember while you're young Old age to you will come And you'll be old and grey and only in the way There was a time, I hear When young was not so queer But since that time there's been an awful change Young men with strength and might To the parents they would strike Yes, it happens every day, that's nothing strange They strike for fear of toil Whose children they would spoil And sure for death ofttimes they do pray For himself and faithful wife been toiling all their lives To find they're old and only in the way