Hugo Sarvida Jr. Poet Free verse

That Thing Called Life

Hot inside, 
Cold outside, 
Doesn't collide, 
It's still called life. 

Cold bodies, 
Warm bodies, 
Infuse the soul, 
Spirit complete all. 

Willed soul, 
Trained mind, 
Folded emotion, 
Understanding life. 

Up you climb, 
Jovial down hill, 
Windy feel at peace, 
Season's of life it bring. 

Tree scores and ten, 
By reasons of caring,
Or more than good years, 
Beyond the hill is still calling. 

Food chain, 
Cycle of trend, 
Still to choose life, 
Knowing death is inevitable.

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Darlene De Beaulieu October 6, 2025 at 4:13 PM Hello Hugo, Yes people do choose life. Yes death is always inevitable. much love her. /Darlene/ Darlene De Beaulieu October 8, 2025 at 9:43 AM Hello Hugo, I agree with you. Much love here. /Darlene/ Hugo Sarvida Jr. October 7, 2025 at 4:30 PM Yeah, we choose life in the spirit than death to perdition. Love you more, Darlene./Hugo.

Kim Rodrigues October 3, 2025 at 4:50 AM I enjoyed the push and pull contrasts in your poem! Liked the first 4 verses the best and especially the second one. Hugo Sarvida Jr. October 3, 2025 at 5:19 AM Sane people can relate this. Thank you Kim. I really appreciate your deep insight.