No one
Looks here toward my direction often.
Like the plant which seems to have only little direct
sunlight
Then, I prefer to find myself reaching
upward

My own eyes flicker

And then they will close
As if it's their task.
This day was my birthday
One year ago
Today.
That day is rare
Trying like everyone else  -

Just
Trying only to
See
How old that they can get
While you
Turned 80