The Oyster

There once was an oyster

who's story I tell,

who found that some sand

had got into it's shell.

It was only a grain,

But it gave him great pain.

for oysters have feelings

Although there so plain.

Now, did he berate

The harsh workings of fate

That had brough him

To such deplorable state?

Did he curse at the goverment,

Cry for election,

And clain that the sea should

Have giving him protection?

No- he said to himself

As he lay on a shell,

Since i can't remove it,

I shall try to improve it.

Now the years have rolled around,

As the years they 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 richy and aglow.

Now the tale is has a moral;

For isn't it grand

What an oyster can do

With a morsel of sand?

What couldnt we do

If we only begin

With some of the things

That get under our skin.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written By Me Elliot Bush
You can read this poem in chicken soup for the teenage soul 1 on page 259,260  it explains al abotu changes and making a diffrence...
It says Author Unknown because I didn't think it was good enough to be placed in Chicken Soup..Enjoy

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