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