Not Waving But Drowning: Loving My Neighbor

Nobody heard him, the dead man,But still he lay moaning;I was much further out than you thoughtAnd not waving but drowning.Poor chap, he always loved larkingAnd now he's deadIt must have been too cold for him his heart gave wayThey said.Oh, no no no, it was too cold always(Still the dead one lay moaning)I was … Continue reading Not Waving But Drowning: Loving My Neighbor