Toilers of the Sea

There is a Rock out in the sea,

It is called “The Chair,”

High backed, like a throne,

A place to be a king . . . for once.

To leave it safely,

A strong man must outrun the tide.

Or when you have finished your work,

Too tired for the race,

It is a good place to have died, royally.

 

(A poem based on Victor Hugo's book of the same name.)