Sonnet 011
Laijon Liu 20160225
Aging gallops as sorrow collects its toll
Everyman must abide this law before he go away
Fresh blood coagulates into clots in a blink
Grief precipitates, forms fossil layers of cerebrum
Here in life there’re still beauty and wisdom, I presume
But folly and decay walk us along the way
People must go on, to wade the troubled waters
Generations descend, try to reach that promise land
Nature gives birth, and stores
She cherishes not the perfect nor deformed despise
She knows no sense of pain, nor pride, nor joy
Only her children to bear that heavy load on their road
I wish living is like a printing process
We just press down hard, and press along the way.
