in a lifetime soon, and soon again toiling
shall your life be met
caught in a hot pot of sudden boiling
what maturity is mastery in awe,
when tumult sets up?
its you found tempered with sang-froid
(the awkward term is pronounced 'sang-frwah')
word of the day: Sang-froid is from the French; it literally means 'cold blood' (sang, 'blood' + froid, 'cold') .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very deep, thank you for this writing! ~~Elya Thorn~~