Old bent and broken like some cast off shoe
WHY?
After all, I served my country and paid all my dues
I never asked to get tired and old, it wasnt my fault
Now all I have left is this torn threadbare suit
Until it gets dark I'll just wander the streets
If I'm lucky find a doorway, get a few hours sleep
Food!!! Well at my age a little's enough
Some discarded chips, a dry stale crust
I served my country well, saw comrades die
Now I wish I'd died with them, beside them to lie
My only crime was to grow weary and old
Who's going to mourn for me as my body grows cold

Nobody because no body cares

WHY?