Priscilla's Friends
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. 

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