The old woman off her path

The ugly woman who no one sees
Turned her head today and smiled at me;
She is no ragpicker, she talks to herself
And sits by the temple and rings the bell;
From where she gets her meals I don't know,
But yesterday at night by the zooming cars she snored;
I spoke to my tootie flootie friend about
Her yesterday, and he seemed to sound
A little in despair over my unending interest
In this old woman who talks
To none but herself and god.
I wish she'd open up her voice to me,
For I know even she has a story and a destiny.
So I told my friend "God I don't know,
Why I chose you over her to give me company so;
It goes such that I witness her going about her day,
But I sit over a beer and hear what you have to say."
I don't know why my friend thinks I'm off my rocker today,
Or may be he doesn't and is just showing his care.
But as it rained hard tonight after my beer date,
My thoughts went to the old woman friend by the bend.