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Don't Get Too AttachedMama's a proud but lonely widowwho ran our dusty little farmto her that cross in the meadowmeant love can bring only harmwhen I was but six or sevenI cared for an orphaned calfMama told me it was foolishto love what one day must passI heard shots in the barnyardone hungry winter morn'when Mama found me cryin'she said I'd been warneddon't get too attachedbe wary who you pull closethey'll surely leave earlywhen you need them mostwatch out whom you call friendcos there's always a catchthey'll desert you in the endso don't get too attachedMama placed an ad one Springfor help in the weekly Gazettethat drifter stood up on our porchstepwith charm in each word he saidas they worked the hoe and plowhorsetheir love grew hard and fastMama even asked the blessingof that cross in the grassthat drifter bunked in the woodshedone night Mama found a notecool meadow winds, rang like mandolinsand sang her a song she wrotedon't get too attachedbe wary who you pull closethey'll surely leave earlywhen you need them mostwatch out whom you call friendcos there's always a catchthey'll desert you in the endso don't get too attachedI held her in my arms, when I left that farmto show Mama she was lovedthough time and fate are thieves, maybe all things must leavesadness and joy are what life's made ofsure there's a costand I've shed tearsover love lostto chance and yearsbut I'll treasure all I kiss and touchcos time on earth just ain't worth as much if Idon't get too attachedand watch out who I pull closethey'll surely leave earlywhen I need them mostbe cautious with your friendscos there's always a catchthey'll desert you in the endso don't get too attached(c)2005 Robert George