Now the years are flying by,
Buying shoes is not such a treat,
I look at the ones with pretty straps,
Buy something to fit my feet.

They have to fit to perfection,
Heels that give the slightest lift,
No stitching to touch my bunion,
Leather that’s not too stiff.

In the past I always bought dainty shoes,
Even if they couldn’t walk far,
With four inch heels, just a strap,
Perfect for sitting at the bar.

The time has now come for comfort,
Shoes with softness these feet adorn,
I’m sure you have heard the old saying,
“Hell has no fury like a woman’s corns”

© Kathy McKay Sinclair