Externally so normal

Inside a hall of fame

Forgotten heroes that lit the world

Once masters of the game

The dancehalls were their playground

A party’s life and soul

Heroes of the Polaroid

When they were in control

Yet time it has no master

Society will change

The divas of the dance floor

Soon become the strange

For all those golden moments

When legends of the night

Now isolated strangers

No longer in full flight

Next time you see their faces

Don’t just pity the old

Every lifeline on their faces

Is a story to be told

For now we are the masters

Yet the future comes to soon

Our golden moments in candlelight

Soon glisten in the moon