Superannuated.

Out in the field the forwards are a-lining;
The backs are crouched all ready in their place.
Cold and grey, with a wink of sun a-shining—
It's just the day for scrum and rush and pace.
Hard the luck that I must sit here whining,
And watch another fill the vacant space:
While for the fresh old fight my heart is pining,
And for the times when I was in the race.