OLD GRANDMA  SHOES 

When I was very little,  all the grandmas that I knew
All walked around this world in ugly grandma shoes.

You know the ones I speak of, those black clunky 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, 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 they really think they're neat.
                                                        (Author Betty Cessna used with permision)

 

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