Mayawati Episode
The recent episode about a DSP sahib on the payroll of the UP Chief Minister, stooping down to wipe her shoes with his handkerchief,among other things,reminded me of an old poem read some years ago.Read it and enjoy it.To read my full piece about Shoes et all, go to the following link:
http://writespace4iw.wordpress.com/2011/02/20/ha-ha-humour-shoes-naama-by-j-s-broca/
Grandma Shoes.
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.
Mayawati Episode…
Mayawati Episode
The recent episode about a DSP sahib on the payroll of the UP Chief Minister, stooping down to wipe her shoes with his handkerchief,among other things,reminded me of an old poem read some years ago.Read it and enjoy it.To read my full piece about Shoes et all, go to the following link:
http://writespace4iw.wordpress.com/2011/02/20/ha-ha-humour-shoes-naama-by-j-s-broca/
Grandma Shoes.
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.