From the day that they are born

They are entered in a race-

And though they try very hard

They will soon be gone without a trace-

But for now, the game lines are drawn,

As youth and age square off face to face.

Youth takes the lead

And leaves age far behind-

But their eyes are not on the clock

And they play as if they have all the time-

As years tick off with time running out,

With age not far behind.

Youth cannot keep up the pace

And age is gaining ground-

Although youth is putting up a valiant fight

Age refuses to give up and go down-

As youth looks at the clock,

All the smiles turn into frowns.

The clock winds down

And there is no one to wind it up again-

As the time stands still

While the old men stand back and grin-

It’s just another game of life,

And the game comes to an end.