its a poem about stuff
The music has not become more beautiful,
The appreciation is greater.
The songs that were once enjoyed are now divine.
The Art is much the same,
It is the eye that now sees clearer.
The Blue in the sky has been there forever,
Some of us finally taking a good look at it.
The agile lads have always been vivacious,
But now they have finally been forced to respect women,
The resolute ladies still rule the world.