As I approach that elusive goal, I still get smitten by the need to boast

Because it seems so very close now, the great kudos of my 1,000th post

The fact that we don’t make much money for the effort that we all put in

Makes posting here at times frustrating, as if success were some kind of sin

I know that I am getting closer, but I still have some writing work to do

Another post is one step closer to a target that seems well overdue

So I write, research, and put in the effort that I know is what I have to bring

to the site where I have, on occasion, often now had cause to want to sing

Targets come and barriers go, for a time I had a bad case of the blues

As I struggled manfully, aiming for that magic number of 100,000 views

I reached that goal and felt exultant, because I was proving my writing worth

But I could not rest on my laurels, in spite of my feelings of mirth

There was an exclusive club you see, to which I determined to belong

one thousand items published was that target. Was I wrong?

I am now right on the brink of reaching that most precious goal

That will, I know, as I sail beyond it soon, really lift my writing soul

I think I know how it must have felt to approach that highest peak

My heart-rate soars, my breath comes in gasps, my knees a little weak

But I cannot celebrate quite yet, though the summit is now plain to see

because until I actually get there, I will not be happy, or free

to think about what should come next for me. The challenge I elect to face

whatever it turns out to be, I will be setting myself a leisurely pace.