Mother's soup

People, don't make good decisions,
They think that they think,
They're a product of their age,
Of their birth,
The years go by,
Mum grows old,
Those bones become weak,
But the heart stays strong,
But they're all growing old,
You're growing old,
Standing all day at work,
Those legs can't take anymore,
But she trudges on,
Because nothing else matters,
Billions of mums,
Living for another day,
Poverty is not glorious,
There is no honour in being poor,
The crass, the extravagant carry on,
And he looks for the cheapest can of soup