I saw the man approaching me,
But didn't see his face.
He was an older man, I know,
By his slow, uneven pace.
He shuffled on, then paused to rest,
And then he breathed a sigh.
"But for the Grace of God," I thought,
That old man could-a been I"!
Then finally, when near enough,
His features I could see.
"For the Grace of God" did not apply,
This guy was REALLY ME!