If I could enfold you in blankets of red 
By fires of yellow to lighten your head, 
And give you relief from the cold, empty strife 
That has blown through the minutes that make up your life, 

Then, perhaps, you could see just what all of that meant 
As you sit warm and loved by the fireside curled -- 
My friend, there can be no more worthy time spent 
Than in trying to better yourself, and the world.