To sift the dross so patiently
to sluice for the hard-won gold
those little flakes of wonder
that for no price are sold.
They are no gift that man may give
by no mortal may be owned
a life of selfless sacrifice, dedicated live
so the genetic seed is shown.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem