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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very very touching.