Well, She Was Just Seventeen

I heard that line and presto! It was 1962. This band was great, but who they were, I didn’t have a clue. My room was painted pink; My AM radio was on. Before I got the lyrics down, The song had come and gone. But soon enough those pale pink walls Were filled with Beatle faces. I close my eyes and conjure up Those pictures in their places. What happened to that fresh-faced girl Whose future lay ahead? A song can bring me back to her, Connected by a thread. Some melodies are magical, Transporting us, so fast, To the time those tunes were new, A moment never meant to last. And hearing such a song we fall Enchanted, back to when We didn’t know we’d never be That younger self again. “I saw her standing there” for me Performed its magic trick. I see myself at twelve but wonder Just what made me tick.