The sun is setting in the aged's sky,

Not long to go before they die.

The sun is rising for the young as they plan ahead,

Full of opportunities and surprises,ambition led.

 

The hearses are waiting to pick the old up,

Wondering when they'll drink their  last cup.

Plenty of drinks for the young to swallow,

Large queues at the banks for them to borrow.

 

The money is there which the old did invest,

To pass on to the young when they are laid to rest.

Life passes so fast for the old,

 But enjoy what's left before death takes hold.