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.
…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.