Written in 1982 when I was a mere 18-year-old lad.

What will you when you are old?
when no one gives you a damn
will you be left standing out in the cold
or stand up for your right to be a man?

you have got to let them know while you are still strong, and young
you will be something to share when your old age comes
who will be king, who will land on top
do the right thing now
or for sure you it will be not

Because when you get old
there will be no one who cares
you will be left all alone
no friend but your shadow is there

you have got to let them know while you are still young, and strong
you will have something to say, they will come along
who will be king, who will land on top
do the right thing now
move forward never stop

When you are old, with Feeble cries
they will all forget you
It is then you realize
the things you never got to do
gray hair and wrinkled face
pushed aside no longer in younger days
no use to them you look forward to death.

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