Not waving but drowning
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.
The laws of irony have done themselves proud. I decided to start stopping work at six, and my HoD turns around and points out all the things I'm not doing. I am waving goodbye to my evenings. Or perhaps not waving, but drowning.
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.
The laws of irony have done themselves proud. I decided to start stopping work at six, and my HoD turns around and points out all the things I'm not doing. I am waving goodbye to my evenings. Or perhaps not waving, but drowning.