Not waving but drowning

People saying doing a 365 improves your photography. I guess it makes you notice things like this little scene in my husband's bag, dumped carelessly in the utility room after an outdoors adventure.

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.

Stevie Smith