"If we do not change direction, we are liable to end up where we are headed"
confucius
the oyster
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 had brought him
to such a deplorable 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 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
