When I was very little, all the Grandmas that I knew. walked around this world in ugly grandma shoes.
You know the ones I speak of, those clunky black 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, wore saddle shoes to school. Next came ballerinas, then the sandals, pretty cool.
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 became a Mom. My kids grew up and left, And then 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.