She

She has known the hurt of suffering
And she has worn the mental scars
And she has raised her sons for country
For to fight and die in rich man's wars.

She has known the exultation
Lived the moments of great joy
When she first held her baby daughter
And gave birth to baby boy.

She has known the anger of male
Been a victim down the years
And she has been abused and battered
And left to wallow in her tears.

She has watched her children leave her
For to live in places far away
And she is left alone, unwanted
And friendless on her final day.

She's known joy and she's known sorrow
Gave life to woman and man
And she's found her great expectations
Did not seem to follow plan.

And her daughter live as she lived
And she too know sorrow and joy
Wept when her son died in battle
Not her choice that he should die.

And the daughter like her mother
And the years have made her gray
And she too has been deserted
And her children far away.

And the cycle keeps repeating
On and on all down the years
And she has known the joy and laughter
And she has shed the hurtful tears.

She gave birth to sporting hero
To painter, president and poet
To scientist and to great inventor
And little of her has been wrote.