There was an oyster with a grain,
His gritted mouth had tasted pain.
A sanded victim of the sea,
Complained, complained did he.
The oyster oozed the victim's groan,
"The fault of all," he did bemoan,
"Hath poured upon me," yet come see,
Remained, remained did he.
The oyster stewed there in his shell,
But over time, the anger fell.
A gritted tongue epiphany,
Explained, explained did he.
"If I cannot remove the grain,
I must indeed improve the same.
For happiness is always free."
Proclaimed, proclaimed did he.
But oyster's time on waves before
Did roll along until the shore.
And oyster stewed but yet the grain
A pearl, a pearl became.
There was an oyster and a grain,
And every oyster just the same.
We are an oyster; let us be,
Grateful, gratefully.
1 comment:
Doug! I love it; you have such talent. The poem and the video are pretty sweet. FYI: the second link brought up nothing for me.
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