As each century slowly passes
Cupid's grown old, and now needs glasses
His arrows are no longer straight
And all love is left to its fate.
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Marvelous poem! Ah! To be wounded by that poisoned arrow, though Cupid may be old, they say grey haired lions as are wily as they are bold.
I thought an old monkey never forgets how to climb trees. I agree with Kostas, needs a good retirement plan.5**