GRANDMA'S SHOES

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.

~ Author Unknown ~

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