Black Magic Woman
Listen to the way it starts
For more than any song,
It brings me to the 60’s
Where my young self did belong.
I’m with my friends, a Friday night;
The joint is being passed,
With not a thought inside our heads
Our lifestyle wouldn’t last.
The years fly by, those days are gone,
The memory still sweet
Yet it comes front and center
When I hear those notes and beat.
Santana’s on the stage,
“Black Magic Woman” being played
And I am years away from being
Nana, old and grayed.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2020
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