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[Poem] The Oyster

I found this in Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul.


There once was an oyster
Whose story I tell,
Who found that some sand
Had 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 workings of fate
That brought him
To such a diplorable state?
Did he curse at the government,
Cry for election,
And claim that the sea should
Have given him protection?

No - he said to himself
As he lay on a shell,
Since I 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 this 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.

Author Unknown

Inspirational
(( throw a pebble in the pond ))

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