You are an arrow in Cupid’s quiver, <br />You slice through hearts <br />Like a chef with a knife, <br />You words so skillful <br />You can get anyone you want. <br /> <br />You wish you couldn’t charm the ladies like you do <br />But the more you try to get away <br />Aphrodite would make them fall even more in love with you. <br /> <br />Sadly, your flame has burnt out. <br />And they no longer love you <br />Like they used to. <br /> <br />You’re like a sapling <br />With needles that have perished. <br />With each pedal your charm ebbs away. <br /> <br />And the more they notice your age, <br />With each adventure more wisdom appears. <br />And every fortnight your charm dances off. <br /> <br />You’re like a male Athena, <br />Using your wisdom to teach the next generation. <br />You accepted your own path. <br /> <br />You are no longer Cupid’s arrow <br />But Athena’s war axe.<br /><br />Jackie Symonds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/athena-s-war-axe/
