The other day
A friend of mine mused
What if I were
To run out of topics to be used.
I smiled and laughed
And said no worries
Then got to thinking
If I am truly that hungry
To write an article
Almost every day
Seems an impossible task
In every way
There are only
So many ideas
Maybe I will
Suffer from a lack of choices
I wonder what will happen
If my well ever runs dry
Will I turn my back
And try not to cry?
I’m sure that somedays
There will be lack of inspiration
But what if I run out
Will I have a coniption?
I’m on pace to write
Over three hundred posts
In a single year
Am I being too ambitious?
Should I slow down
Or should the train keep rolling?
Is this fear valid
Or do I need consoling?
Only time will tell
If I can keep this up
What will I find next
In inspirations beat up cup?
I know I don’t show signs
Of slowing down soon
Because I’m enjoying
Making my wife swoon
The poetry I write for her
Is simply a joy to construct
And the controversies I publish
Are enjoyed, to my luck
At least I know
My schedule is way far out
As I write this
I have to laugh outloud
At least a month will pass
Before this is read
And another month of posts
Have I already bled.
So worry not
Because I do decree
If I start to stop
I will warn all of thee
Because I care about my readers
And they seem to care for me
So I will not just fade
Into obscurity
I will write and write
And write some more
Because writing for you
Is something I adore.
--Dan
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