When I was very little
My grandmas (there were two)
Always wore the same black kind
Of ugly Grandma shoes.

You know the kind I mean, right?
The clunky lace-up kind
That looked so very awful?
Well, 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.

Not being a rebel, I
wore saddle shoes to school,
Next came ballerinas
then sandals, pretty cool.

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 shoes,
The kind that Grandmas wear.

Eventually I got married
And then became a Mom
My kids just grew and grew, and then
The grandkids came along.

And when I was a Grandma
It still was quite a scare
Thinking that those clunky shoes
Were what I'd have to wear.

But fashions kept evolving
And one day I realized
The shape of things that were to come
Was such a great surprise!

Cause now when I go shopping
What I see fills me with glee
And in my jeans and Reeboks
I'm comfy as can be!

And I look at all these teenage girls
And there, upon their feet,
Are clunky, black, old Grandma shoes.
Now that's what I call neat!!