What have you achieved now you're old?
Did you fulfill ambition, do as you were told?
Or are you still doing the same this year?
Should I give sorrow, or turn 'round and sneer?

I know that the prospects weren't all that good
But they improved, and I'd have thought that you could
Have strived for that something we all have deep inside
Not let it vanish, along with your pride

Now with the aid of your new walking stick
You hobble along through society thick
And look mesmerized by the face of it all
You keep to the gutter in case you fall