Everyone smiles at him, the busy fellow,
Going about his daily Chores:
He'll just ignore the nodding crowd
And Not Waving but Cleaning the Windows.
Lovely Man he is always cheerful
A true diamond much Rated
He must have a Heart of Pure Gold,
They stated.
Oh No No No you misunderstand me
(Adamant of being a miserable fellow)
I have no time for your admiring looks
And Not Waving but Cleaning the Windows.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 13th, 2026 20:00
- Comment from author about the poem: My take on Stevie Smiths Poam : Not Waving but Drowning. Could have the same meaning as well. Or not. Bit silly but what the Hell.
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Comments4
Mistaken actions lead to misinterpretations and poor responses and so society goes. A fun read
Exactly. Thank you for your Comment.
You are most welcome Kevin
I'd be adamant in his position; too much responsibility having a label like a lovely man with a heart of gold stuck on him. Too much obligation....
Cleaning windows nails the whole thing.
Never Nailed my Windows but I'll give a go.
Thank you for Reading.
There’s a wry grin behind this one—the world praising a man who’d rather just get on with the work.
Feels like a window cleaner who knows life’s simpler when you keep your hands busy and your pride quiet.
You said it all. Thank you for your message.
Good write K.
Thank you.
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