The old bag lady

The old bag lady shouts and shouts
What's my name what's my name.
As if she were a child again
With all her wears of years gone by
Not one tear did she cry.
She just screamed and screamed
What's my name what's my name
Someone shouted
Oh no it's you again
Then she whispered
Yes it's me
It's really me
Not so young but yet I'm free
And I know that I am me
The old lady of number seventy three.