Not Waving But Drowning
By Stevie Smith
| Nobody heard him, the dead man, | ||||||||||||||||
| But still he lay moaning: | ||||||||||||||||
| I was much further out than you thought | ||||||||||||||||
| And not waving but drowning. | ||||||||||||||||
| Poor chap, he always loved larking | ||||||||||||||||
| And now he's dead | ||||||||||||||||
| It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, | ||||||||||||||||
| They said. | ||||||||||||||||
| Oh, no no no, it was too cold always | ||||||||||||||||
| (Still the dead one lay moaning) | ||||||||||||||||
| I was much too far out all my life | ||||||||||||||||
| And not waving but drowning. | ||||||||||||||||
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