Sonnet 002
Laijon Liu 20160216
Forty winters have already besieged me
My prime’s stronghold is breached and captured
Once a pasture now barren with abandoned rigs
A greyhair warrior quits sharpening his spear
Beauty in young men’s bravery, old men’s wisdom
Treasure lies in wine cup and a warm bed
Seeing myself in mirror, an old wretch
Thru toiling and drift forever chasing the high winds
How dare I say to anyone: “Come Love,
Let’s form a family, let’s make life?!”
There’s not much to make, only more and more agony
There’s not much to pass down, only poverty
Shanty town make shanty town’s copy
To see this repeating makes my heart cold.
