Castration
Henry started a punchin’
at the ripe old age of 15
There just ain’t no way of knowin’
all of the things he’s done and seen
All those years are far behind him
since a young cowboy in his prime
Now there is nothing left for him
but to whittle away at time
His days out on the range are gone
can’t quite grasp these new ranchin’ ways
Dudes now riding on ATV’s
out rounding up all of the strays
Henry hangs his head in sorrow
knowing his days are getting few
Just like the stallion turned gelding
his old ways have been castrated too
Copyright © Jerry Brotherton | Year Posted 2023
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