Birthday —
A renewed count:
Of cold, heat, fruits.
An echo of past experience,
A wish of a few words.

Longing for the lost year,
In the mirror, old age drawn near.
Behind a slightly slowed step
The next joy is felt…

In a fresh toy, in school, in love,
In education, a car, a career,
In waiting for children and grandchildren,
In the cemetery enclosure, at last.