Life can be empty for the man that doesn't fit within the rut in which he's stuck without a chance to quit. Friends he cannot make among those with whom he's stuck For his live upon a different plain of life with a different kind of luck. His personality clashes with those who try to guide him and he cannot to be with those who always chide him. The job he does from day to day is nothing but a bore and always somehow he does things wrong and fumbles every chore. He longs to find some purpose some reason to keep trying Yet the greatest thing has to do is just to keep from crying. The road of life he walks alone hoping some day to find someplace and time to call his own and save his peace of mind. Life can be so lonely for a man who can't belong He stand and fall alone unloved whether he's right or wrong And all he wants is a girl to love and a place to call his own.
Found in an old notebook on an undated, faded sheet of paper. It was type on an old mechanical typewriter and capitalization and punctuation is as shown. It was signed “VAN’68” which places it on the USS Oriskany (CVA-34) off the coast of Vietnam.