THE LITTLE THINGS THAT HAPPEN - by Marjorie Wilson

THE  LITTLE  THINGS  THAT  HAPPEN  by  Marjorie Wilson The Little Things That HappenAre tucked into your mind,And come again to greet you(Or most of them, you'll find). Through many little doorways,Of which you keep the keys,They crowd into your thinkingWe call them Memories. But some of them are roversAnd wander off and getSo lost, the keys grow rusty,And that means, you forget. But some stay ever near you;You'll find they never roveThe keys are always shining, Those are the things you love.