Separatin' the Calves
There always come that certain day
You round them up in a herd--
Make sure some don't wander away
And you're still good for your word.
It seems just such a simple task
That any old fool could do--
But you're the one they'll always ask
To see it all the way through.
Then when you've got them in corrals
And your crew shuts that last gate--
Like in life and all it allows,
You begin to separate.
It's weanin' time and must be done
When child goes on its own way--
Be branded then in settin' sun--
It don't have no final say.
And so like us they're cast upon
A world not of their makin'--
For good or bad we're all a pawn
But never are we forsaken.
And so it all comes down to this:
We are aimless and we bawl--
We hold fast to the things we'll miss
Right before God's final call.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2015
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