Grandma's Shoes

 

When I was very little all the Grandmas that I knew  all walked around this world In ugly grandma shoes.
You know the ones I speak of, those black clunky heeled kind, they just looked so very awful
That it weighed upon my mind, for I knew, when I grew old,
I'd have to wear those shoes.
I'd think of that, from time to time, it seemed like such bad news.
I never was a rebel, I wore saddle shoes to school,
And next came ballerinas then the sandals, pretty cool.
And then came spikes with pointed toes then platforms very tall.
As each new fashion came along I wore them, one and all.
But always in the distance, looming in my future there was that awful pair of ugly shoes,
The kind that Grandmas wear.
I eventually got married and then I became a Mom
Our kids grew up and left, and when their children came along,
I knew I was a Grandma.
And the time was drawing near when those clunky, black, old lace up shoes was what I'd have to wear.
How would I do my gardening  or take my morning hike?
I couldn't even think about how I would ride my bike!
But fashions kept evolving and one day I realized
That the shape of things to come was changing right before my eyes.
And now when I go shopping what I see fills me with glee
For in my jeans and Reeboks I'm as comfy as can be.
And I look at all these teenage girls
And there upon their feet are clunky, black, old Grandma shoes,
And they really think they're neat!!
 

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