Plain Old Oyster

By Anonymous

There once was an oyster, whose story I’ll tell
Who found that some sand had gotten into his shell
It was only a grain, but it gave him great pain
For oysters have feelings, although they are plain

Now, did he berate the harsh workings of fate
That had brought him to such a deplorable state?
“No,” he said to himself, “Since I can not remove it,
I’ll lie in my shell, and think how to improve it, “

The years rolled around, as the years always do,
And he came to his ultimate destiny …. stew.
Now the small grain of sand that had bothered him so,
Was a beautiful pearl all richly aglow,

This tale has a morale, for isn’t it grand,
What can oyster do with a morsel of sand?
Think…what could we do if we’d only begin,
With some of the things that get under our skin.

(At times, things get under our skin, and it seems that this was a great reminder that life is not perfect. We very often have to deal with things and people that feel like that grain of sand in our shell.)