I’ve been walking for well over fifty years now
It’s no wonder my feet are so sore.
Perhaps it's got something to do with my stance
Or it could be the shoes that I wore.
My first shoes were Clarks, always measured to fit
Then checked with an X-ray machine*.
In those days we none of us knew of the risks
And we all loved to look at the screen.
I moved on to stilettos with heels thin as darts.
As I tottered and swayed down the street
The weight of my body was pushed to my toes
And I never considered my feet.
Nowadays all my shoes are the sensible sort,
Flat soles not a high heel in sight.
But I don’t understand it. I’m being so good,
Yet my feet give me grief every night!
*Shoe Fitting Fluoroscopes using x-rays to check that our precious baby toes weren’t squashed were in most shoe shops in the 1950s. They started to be withdrawn in the 1960s but some were still in use as late as 1970... scary but true!