EVOLUTION

A hermit crab - thats what I've been all my life.
'Tis the reason for all the strife.
To escape the terrible wounds
Of a small shell, I searched for another
Wandering from mound to mound.
And one day I became a fish,
The kind that tries not to become a dish.
Finally, I thought, I can flash my
True colours to the world.
This evolution will help me break that mould.
But now I regret it -
No matters, I'll carry on with great wit.
I'll flash my colours,
Stop to smell the flowers.
And through all the thick
And the thin, never (though it may arise) wish:
That I'd soon become a part of that tasty dish!

FACES

Son, brother, student, friend:
These faces in me do reside.
For every role (many have no end)
I have one face always, by my side.
I am now a clown,
And now I am a cop;
I'll never let you down,
This act will (never) stop.
(Soon afterwards)
But now I am tried -
It is finally time,
After the amount I have lied
To put an end to this mime.
And thus, without many poses
This chapter finally closes.