Very near my sunset, I bless you, Life

because you never gave me neither unfilled hope

nor unfair work, nor undeserved sorrow.

Because I see at the end of my rough way

that I was the architect of my own destiny

and if I extracted the sweetness or the bitterness of things

it was because I put the sweetness or the bitterness in them

when I planted rose bushes I always harvested roses

Certainly, winter is going to follow my youth

But you didn’t tell me that May was eternal

I found without a doubt long my nights of pain

But you didn’t promise me only good nights

And in exchange I had some peaceful ones

I loved, I was loved, the sun caressed my face

Life, you owe me nothing,

Life, we are at peace!

This is a poem written by a Mexican poet called Amado Nervo. He wrote this poem in 1915.

I like poetry and this is one of my favorite poems related to death and life.

I hope you enjoy it.