Wild is the word that comes to mind, but do we ever know
what we will find.If somethings wild your mind may work
overtime, it's then you try to put every category in to line.
First come the waves that are wild at sea, then comes the
Lion that is wild and free.The wild side of life is everywhere
from a rambling rose to a lily fair.The Feral cat that roams the
farm is wild and free but does no harm.The reckless child that
grows to hate, who's mind is in turmoil, because of his state;
a wild child that knows no better because he cannot read or
write a letter.Then we have the Mustang that no one can tame
because he loves the freedom of the wide open plain, but once
he is broken his life will change, to a cowboy that will ride him
on that open range.To a gambler there is a wild card, one that is
a joker playing for stakes in a good game of poker.
We cannot forget the growth beneath the trees where nettles grow
up to your knees; and the wild fields where no seeds have been
sewn, because the land has been blighted by diseases unknown.
The wildside of life is all out there, no matter where you look you
can see it everywhere.
I could go on forever about life and it's wild, but the one that stands
out the most is the bringing up of a child.
sylvia spencer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wild-side-of-life/
