Your Company

The iron in the flush burning fire,
A gleam and glow does acquire;
Fully transforms and is afire,
Losing its dense solid attire.

If you ‘re caught in the nasty mire,
Of the low and mean whom none can admire;
In life, to step higher you cannot desire,
And to ascend to lofty echelons you can't aspire.

Let us ever be in the company of gentle nobility,
Who will haul us with them to high dignity;
Raising us to tall standards of versatility,
And to higher echelons of respectability.