What if I said I was
never going write again?
Not another verse to come from
this hand.
After all, poetry is all around us.
It’s in the way we breathe,
the journey down the highway,
and the dirt on the soles of our feet.
There’s no need to write such things,
when we live them every day.

Chris Cariad

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-surrounds/