I saw an old man just the other day
He said he had a family but they left him to decay
He hadn't seen his grandkids or his daughters or his son
There was no one in the world to make him feel like someone
He felt lost in the world like a ghost all forgotten
And it happened long before his body was ever rotten
People walk by like he isn't even there
And he tries to speak on something but they never really care
He never got a letter and he never got a gift
And he never got a visit so his life was in a rift
I'm the first to ever speak to him, in so many years
A stranger in a soup line, listening to all of his fears
To be lost and forgotten is a fate that's worse than death
It's something many feel this in their final breath
It's a shame, all the same, but soon I will be rotten
Will I share his fate, as a corpse all forgotten?

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