Sonnet 063
Laijon Liu 20160417
Death makes all of us truly equal
Pain reminds us that we are ordinary
When Time knocks every door by its own schedule
Everyone must put aside his life and leave
Common or kings, rich or poor
Eggheads, drunken fools, old and young
Our physical beauty and athletic wonder
Suddenly become things of yesterday
Men seek longevity since they discover herbs
Yet none can cure our living cell decay
Maybe we are made to exist in spirit
On pages, screens, in audio and video files
All our meanings are collected and stored
In media formats on a magnetic disc
