Grandma Shoes

When I was very little all the Grandmas that I knew All wore the same old kind of ugly grandma shoes... You know the kind I mean, clunky heeled, black, lace-up 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, Then later ballerinas, then the sandals, pretty cool.

Then came spikes with pointed toes, and 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. then became a Mom My kids grew up and left, then their children came along, I knew I was a Grandma and the time was drawing near, Those clunky, black, old lace up shoes were 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!

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. I look at all these little girls, and there upon their feet... Are clunky, black, old Grandma shoes - they really think that's neat!

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