Three Thousand Poem by Edwina Reizer

That magic number now is here.
Three thousand poems now appear
on the pages I’ve written them on.
When I started writing them
I had no number in mind.
And now that they’ve come and gone
what it is I find
is I shall choose a new magic number
and let my ink just flow.
And if I never reach that amount
there is one thing I know.
It was not for the lack of trying.
It was just my time for dying.
But still my words live on and on and on___________