Running Out Of Things To Say

I had a person on the Internet ask me… since I write a poem each day if I ever worry there will come a time I run out of things to say.. This got me to thinking…of ideas…how can I ever run out when I'm lucky to have so much in my life…so much to write about. I have the love of a wonderful family…who, each day…as the sun rises, carry me to new adventures filled with laughter and surprises. I have an awesome group of friends…who in my poems appear as they share their lives, their joys, their sorrows…their laughter and their tears. And there are so many people around the world…so many I'll never know whom I can learn from every day…who unknowingly help me grow.. I'm blessed to be surrounded by nature…the oceans, the mountains…the trees the animals and the insects, rainbows, a summer breeze… the sunrise and the sunset, the moon the stars the rain… that I know, when one day is concluded, will all return again… Family, friends, people, nature all these somehow find a way to make me smile, to soothe my heart…to improve my life each day. So the answer to the question…of ideas…will I ever run out? I can't imagine that will happen…with so much to write about. And now that I have completed my perfunctory introspection my mind turns to the person who initially asked the question… I wonder… Did she ask if I might run out of ideas…because she thought I could… or was she secretly hoping and silently wishing…that pretty soon I would?