My special drawer,

Contains my goodies,

My old credit cards,

Photo IDs,

And other things,

That only make sense to me.

I have little treasures,

Pens and pencils,

Rings and jewelry,

Nothing of real value,

In my special drawer.

I have no qualms,

Nothing to hide,

But I love my Special drawer,

For no other eyes can see,

But me.