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.