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 you, do you know
What the consequences bring?
I’ll measure by the heart methinks
That speaks and guides the head
For I would rather have the dog
Than tail, and lacking legs.
S.M
