I kept on watching the clock,
Waiting for that time to come,
Sitting in that sweet disirable room,
Hoping the end would sooner than later.
I could see the birds flying by,
The wind catching under their wings,
Soaring above the window ledge,
Casting long shadows over ground.
I wished the time to fly away too,
That friends could talk and chat again,
Gossiping the break from the work,
Always happy, always smiling.
I said something to myself,
On which strict ears heard,
And now I watch my friends joy,
From the top window.