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!