This cried out to be shared! The over-60s will enjoy it especially, I think. Thanks AnnaS for this site.
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Grandma's Shoes
When I was very little, all the Grandmas that I knew
All walked around this world in ugly grandma shoes.
You know 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 became a Mom.
Our kids grew up and left, 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'd 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.
