In the early hours of dawn,
In the late hours of night
I write my journal
If the words

That flow from my pen point
Would touch another life at some time
A verse would take on a deeper meaning
For me, as an author.

If some small token
Of my thoughtfulness
Were meant to make one heart happy
My existence would become
All that much more worthwhile.

And when I am gone,
What is left of me on paper
Will be my gift to the world
And this will be a joy to me in heaven.