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This piece was inspired by the idea of creating a piece in which each successive line contained one more letter than the previous one. I Am The Best Of men; Honest And true, Faithful, Loving and Dependable. Secrets left Within my care Remain, forever Close to my heart. Friends I made and Those I have to find Are the glue to which My life is fully fixed. My kith and kin; my bones, Family, the air I breathe - Give me such ‘raison d’etre’ That should tomorrow fail To offer that gift to my life, Then the best of me would pass As the embers of the day gone by. Useless and cold, shovelled away, its warmth a memory, goodness lost as yesterday, ne’er to be felt again. OK, perhaps these are the ramblings Of one who’s lived longer than he will - But by the time the kettle’s boiled dry And your neck’s stiff from looking back - It will be too late to make a new beginning, Your promise to change the world has died And your reasons to live have their dreams Which will not involve you in the slightest. And what then is the value of your good grace? It is in the lives of those who wear the mantle And declare – I am the best of men, honest and true. 07/11/15