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