To All Things There is a Season

From the first of the month, for ten days straight,
It snowed and snowed, both early and late.
The city plowed and sanded each street,
But the sidewalks were left to the ice and sleet.

Jonathon William Anthony Jones,
Just 23, with strong young bones,
Ignores his elders' sage advice
And runs and slides on the sidewalk ice.

Lilith Joycelyn Ward, that's Granny,
With due regard for her bones and her fanny,
With a stick in her hand and studs on her feet,
Walks carefully down the well plowed street.

Each one comes down that steep old hill,
Depending for safety on care or skill,
And Granny remembers long ago days,
When she also used Jonathon's ways.
The passage of time and effects of age,
Will bring Jonathon one day to Granny's stage.