I've been here for about 2 years.
     I'm getting critique from all my peers.
          We sit at the bar and we say "Cheers!"
               And set ourselves up for the next frontier.

Every day and every night.
     Going over the steps is quite a fight.
          All I do is "Revise, Rewrite."
               Until im ready to say "Alright."

Im not yet ready to say goodbye.
     2012 went by in the blink of an eye.
          Please send me reviews and I'll reply.
               I'll just barely squeeze by.

Now numbers are the figure that beckons.
     One number specifically, the number two thousand.
          It skyrocketed so quick, I don't know what happened.
               Clearly, poetry must be my passion.