It was about an hour, <br />When I realized <br />How pale got my flower.. <br />And my life is compromised <br />Can't climb his pride tower <br />Can't stay down so paralyzed <br /> <br />It was about an hour, <br />Moved to be a one big day <br />A day as you went away <br />And I keep on remembering, <br />We used to sing and we used to play, <br /> <br />It was a very day… <br />When red went gray, <br />It was a passing day, <br />That took my smile away, <br />And day by day, <br />Time passes… <br /> <br />And that's the very week, <br />When pain controlled, <br />When my heart got so weak, <br />Seemed sick and cold… <br /> <br />Weeks go and become years; <br />Years of sadness, <br />Years of tears <br /> <br />years pass and I'll be me again <br />years pass and I'll get over the vain<br /><br />Mousheera Shafik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-hour/
