You were the wind and I the sea ... 

There is no splendor any more, I have grown listless as the pool
There... Beside the shore.

Simply being a .... Man

If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And... which is more ... you'll be a Man

Life isn't so bad

Life seems so long and tiring until death comes knocking, knocking at your door.
It always seemed to be so far away before, I used to get angry and say, 'I wish I were dead! 
But then they were only words, spoken to slash out and hurt the person who angered me.
Now suddenly it's a reality - there are no more words.
Death has come to get me, to take this long and tiring life from me.
Everything has taken on new light, this life of mine - it's not so bad.
I've had some really great times, seen some beautiful sights, 
laughed a million times more than ever I cried.
Yes, life isn't so bad when I look back upon it.

Reserve your empty place

The world becomes an empty place as you grow old.
People whom you love die, family dwindles in size.
Everywhere your eyes cast their glance there are thoughts of lost romance and love, reminders lying around.
Scattered over the field of grief are diamond tears cutting into memories of wonderful times now lost.

Losing trust

Watching men in life constantly lose control, cheat, lie and deceive the ones they claimed to love with all their hearts, then go out with other women.
Seriously wanting to know what kind of inhuman people they are, what were they thinking, why didn't they just stay single? 
Then women wouldn't be hurt and maimed, losing the trust they learned after being born, how cruel men are to do this to the ones they say they love.
Maturing, leaving out that one word from their vocabulary women end up being jealous and angry all the time, knowing only the lies of their husbands.
Their children are hurt by this infidelity, even though their fathers rationalize what they're doing, trying to make it acceptable in their own minds only.
Who is to blame in the end, the man who cannot stay true, or the woman who believes in love and then finds out the truth in the end.
Either way, both of them contribute to their children growing up learning not to trust or have faith in the opposite sex, and boys learn to follow their father's
examples, carrying on this disgusting legacy

There is nothing left

There's nothing left in my eyes. But a little shine. I will relinquish them to move on relying only on the patience for that madness world .. I will give them freely to let you be able to see in darkness where you put your footprint may it'll make differentiate between life and death to you.