The Oyster

There was an oyster once

whose story I tell,

Who found some sand

Had gone into its shell

It was only a grain,

But  gave him a great pain.

For oysters have feelings

Although they are so plain.

Now , did he berate

Harsh workings of fate

That had brought him 

To such a deplorable state?

Did he curse the government

Cry for elections,

And claimed the sea should 

Have him protection?

No.........

He said to himself

As he lay on the shell

Since i can’t remove it,

I shall try to improve it

Now the years have rolled around,

And he came to his ultimate destiny

And the small grain of sand 

That had bothered him so

Was a beautiful pearl

With a richly glow

Now the tale has a moral

For isn't grand

What can  an oyster do

with a morsel  of sand

What couldn't we do

If we would only begin

with some of the things

That begin under our skin.......