I've passed the homeless on the street,
Wondering if today they'll eat,
And I cry, " Why me? "
I know plenty who attend AA,
And many who didn't make today,
And I cry, " Why me? "
I know there's millions unemployed,
As dwindling benefits keep them buoyed,
And I cry, "Why me? "
They're lonely and they're isolated,
The throngs, alone and dissipated,
And I cry, "Why me? "
Many friends and family die,
Yet still I cry, "Why me? "
"Why me" indeed, a selfish cry,
When it's up to me to do or die.
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