The Oyster

There once was an oyster

Whose story I tell,

Who found that some sand

Has got into his shell.

It was only a grain,

But it gave him great pain.

For oysters have feelings,

Although they're so plain.

Now, did he berate

The harsh working's of fate

That had bought him 

To such deplorable state?

Did he curse at the government,

Cry for election,

And claim that sea should give him protection?

No-he said to himself

As he lay on a shell

Since he cannot remove it,

I shall try to improve it.

Now the years have rolled around

As the years always do,

And he came to his ultimate 

Destiny--Stew.

And the small grain of sand

That had bothered him so

Was a beautiful pearl

All richly aglow.

Now the tale has a moral;

For isn't it grand

What an oyster can do

With a morsel of sand?

What couldn't we do

If we'd only begin

With some of the things 

That get under our skin.

**This poem was not written by me. But since it has a beautiful message, I thought of sharing it with you, hope you liked it :)**