Grandma's Shoes

When I was very little, all Grandma's that I knew
Were wearing the same 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.
And next came ballerinas, then 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 became a mom.
Our kids grew up and left then their children came along.

I knew I was a grandma and the time was drawing near
When those chunky, 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.

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 those little girls, and there upon their feet
Are chunky, black, old Grandma shoes
And they really think they're neat!

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