But for the Grace of God

There goes a young boy
with spring in his cheeks
and the glow of the Sun 
he sees an old soul
going slow
not vital enough
to make a show
sweeps him aside
"Old man you must go 
death awaits!"
The old man shakes his head
he understands
seeing brings the young dread - 
they too one day - if they survive -
will be like him.
There is too much pain today
and so
into the corner he is swept for days
on end.
Then he goes further 
up the road -
an accident.
Slowly he moves closer.
Ah it is the young man!
His glow now diminshed
winter haunts him now
He has been brought to an early
end:
"there but for the grace of God go I"