Our past and ourselves

The old musicians sang “don’t worry”
Without any hope and energy
Without any spirit, then
They finished it and started to sing no woman no cry,
And all the men felt little hope and motivated, and the women felt good and they sang along
Knowing the truth
With a smile up on their face
Joy in their heart
Proud of been there
Being a woman
And they sang
And they were there knowing something we didn’t know
And us
We
Just looked at them
Like we didn’t care
But I and them
Died
With our old lovers in our heart
And In our heart as the music went on,
And near to end of the song
Some men went out for fag