Anon's Register

I’ve gathered an outright store

Untold worth, treasures galore

Floating, I; aye lost at sea

Hoping for what’s not to be

Right to be left to myself

Nay, pile more atop a shelf

Look about, it’s everywhere

My judge, I; whitewashing care

Lean on clean, unorganized

Out, open for all eyes

A life’s work, my endeavor

Akin to fore, wait forever