GrandMa_Shoes

When I was very little
All the Grandmas 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 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 I really think
that's neat!