'Forgotten Marine' Poem by Linda Winchell

I served my country now it doesn't serve me,
I was and I am a Marine, and always will be.

I am dieing of a disease I did not earn,
Now I am dieing slowly,
My insides hurt and they burn.

I live alone in a home not my own,
The roof is leaking, and money, have none.

The V.A. hospital does what they can,
But there are so many sick,
More of them then I am.

I make it each day, with a dream and a prayer,
That is all that I have left,
Seems that nobody cares.

I hope to make it another winter but then,
I will be all alone another year,
I'm that Marine who served in Vietnam.