You Come To Me With Promises

You come to me with promises

Of projects near and far,

Of benefits with silent strings

To tie me to a star.

And for those benefits so glib

I wonder what I trade?

What else comes inside that bag

That is so grandly waved?

Will you lay it all aside

And tell me every thing?

Or, even, do you know

What the consequences bring?

I’ll measure by the heart methinks,

That speaks and guides the head,

For I would rather friend a dog

Than a tail that’s lacking legs.