Not Waving But Drowning
-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.
How often in life do we paint a face that is different to what we really are feeling on the inside? How unaware are we of the things going on inside the people around us?
Paige :)
