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 revolving,
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...