Six colleagues counting me,
Stay on to work late,
That is how the time passes,
With empty cups and a plate.
One of us is busy on line,
One is writing a story,
One is totally lost for words,
While one stares back at me.
This is how we will while,
The remaining days of our lives,
The boss wants us to work late,
What can we say to our wives?
Those poor women who silently wait?