It Is My Old Friend

Oh dear! When you wait for some one, I must say You pace up and down on the bridge all alone Like a hungry lion waiting for its well known prey Ah! What to say about your smile on your flat brow Your lips make a curve pointing towards the sky I think this is a bow ready to ready to shot an arrow Oh God! Your anger I must confess is so amusing That all of us wish to burst into a loud yelling laughter But for the sake of your childish heart we keep it chewing Your confused talks make us surprised every time For, you never stick to your strict and quick resolutions Yet we all love you for we cannot commit a moral crime