Not Waving But Drowning

In English, we were reading this poem called "Not Waving But Drowning" which pretty much sums up my life. I have to say I like it a lot because it's so true, so I decided to post it here to share it with everyone who reads this thing (which is not a lot of people; maybe like three tops or something like that). Have fun figuring out the meaning if you weren't in my English class.

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.

Isn't it beautiful? See why I love it? It's literally the best poem I've ever read, and that's saying something because I hate poetry.

- Delanna