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 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 teenage girls 
And there, upon their feet
Are clunky, black, old Grandma shoes
And they really think they're neat.