I’m as honest as they come.

As honest as the trees are tall,

The grass is green,

The sky is blue.

A man I knew well, tall and formidable

Pointed out with a voice so sweet

Sugar would have melted.

“My love, my heart so dear,

You must know

By now at least,

That the best days you see

Are not the only days.”

Upon that thought, I looked hard in the mirror and smiled.

For my honesty is far from truth.