Not Waving, But Drowning

I read about a man getting drowned once His friends thought he was waving to them from the sea But really, he was drowning And then I thought, that in a way It is true of life too That a lot of people pretend, out of bravery really That they are very jolly and ordinary sort of chaps But really, they do not feel at all at home in the world Or able to make friends easily So then they joke a lot and laugh And people think they're quite alright and jolly nice too But sometimes that brave pretense breaks down And then, like the poor man in this poem They are lost Not waving, but drowning