Analysis of The pole star.

The pole star.

I found you cold
and as static as old.
But once you were young,
all the ships worked under your direction.

When the ships lost their ways,
only you rescued them.
So all the navigators bowed to you
and you took pride of yourself.

But now the navigators,
don't care of you.
They use compass
and find their ways.

I don't want to pay,
sympathy to you.
Though you are old
but very particular.