tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194534881328954061.post3907438344206605382..comments2024-01-24T20:19:07.001-08:00Comments on touches of sense...: A pier.sensor63http://www.blogger.com/profile/11879294013686784713noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194534881328954061.post-50935408339503415922014-12-28T14:37:05.272-08:002014-12-28T14:37:05.272-08:00Not Waving but Drowning
BY STEVIE SMITH 1902–1971
...Not Waving but Drowning<br />BY STEVIE SMITH 1902–1971<br /><br />Nobody heard him, the dead man, <br />But still he lay moaning:<br />I was much further out than you thought <br />And not waving but drowning.<br /><br />Poor chap, he always loved larking<br />And now he’s dead<br />It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, <br />They said.<br /><br />Oh, no no no, it was too cold always <br />(Still the dead one lay moaning) <br />I was much too far out all my life <br />And not waving but drowning.telliohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08205908556621412864noreply@blogger.com