A smile for us *swingin' Grannies*...

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
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 then 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.