‘’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 home at all in the world, or able to make friends easily.
So then they joke a lot and laugh, so 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’’