Who knows,
Where the world goes.
As the time we pass,
When we, are in the class.

Studying and gossiping,
And sometimes even laughing.
Having fun, like in wind a blade of grass,
When we are in the class.

We join with a cry,
Settle down with a sigh.
Small achievements and a clink in fake glass,
When we are in the class.

After years of one another,
Thinking of the company we had together.
Saying, what fun we had, but alas!
We are no more, In the class.