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     Grandma's 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 little girls
         And there, upon their feet
                 Are clunky, black, old Grandma shoes,
             And I really think that's neat.

             ( author unknown)