No, no. Don't bother with me. I'm just old.
I'm tired, and I have a bit more work undone.
So I'll set the fire, just in the chance
That some latecomer may still wish warmth.

A meal still uneaten, it will keep fresh
if put aside for when the pangs of life
grow too harsh and there is no bread baked
for the child to skip about in eager hand.