About Time Poem by shimon weinroth

About Time



there are moments,
if not taken down and sighted,
go unremembered,
sighed away and forgotten

some, times
more precious, than others
romantic and loved
become road marks.

recalled and enjoyed
over and over,
time intervals
in the treasury of memory

events personal and secret,
yet, if not shared
are buried,
ignoble and forgotten

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