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.
I'd think of that, sometimes and it seemed like such bad news.
I never was a rebel, I wore saddle shoes to school,
Then next came the ballerinas then the sandals, pretty cool.
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.
My kids grew up and left, then their children came along.
I knew I was a Grandma and the time was drawing near
Those clunky, black, old lace up shoes was what I'd have to wear.
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.
For, in my jeans and Reeboks I'm as comfy as can be.
I look at all these little girls and there, upon their feet are
Clunky, black, old Grandma shoes, & they really think that's neat!
Written by Betty Cessna
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