I sit and glance around this cluttered room

Startled by the bric a brac it contains

Memoirs of my life’s adventures entombed

As relics icons avatars arcane 

To those who haven’t found the puzzle’s key

This trove is but a random mess of stuff

Whereas one who with good fortune aptly

Chooses to hear an old man’s  ramb’ling thoughts

A tale unfolds of risk and trust displayed  

The path now clear this random mess a trove

No less wondrous than was Alladin’s cave 

And like an am’thysts violet wonder

Lays hidden neath a stone’s uncomely face

These varied touchstones to my distant past

Lay decoded their worth valued at last