The man who loved the sea
Had hands of iron;
By the time he came back from the sea,
His fingers were rusted to the bone.
No more shall he go down to the sea
In the foggy mornings.
1976
One may take the meaning at least two ways, both of which appeal to this reader. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Well done, friend Will!
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Very powerful indeed! Since he loved the sea, it is best that he went while he could.