Poor,Poor Man....

"The poor,poor...man..."said one to the other... The other looked and replied..."Why...Poor..." "Look at the way he look's"...said the first... " I see nothing..."was the reply... "No...watch what he does..."the smile she had... "He's talking to himself..."like she cared... "Yes and to others..."the first added again... "What do you mean..."her friend said... "Poor,poor...man...means talking to the dead..."she whispered... Adding..."I know others but their like us...woman..." "Why did you bring this up..."her friend asked... "Because...I think he's not that poor...as we are on the inside..." "Yes...the poor,poor...man..."thinking out loud... "I wonder what he hears...I mean he laughs out loud..."said her friend... "Maybe at us...maybe with them..." "Maybe..."