Easy To Touch
You have one of me and I’m easy to touch,
I’m hard to look at, but you can in a clutch.
Yet you’re told to watch me, or get your friends’.
I’m often referred to when you make amends.
You can throw me out but not away,
I cause many pain, every day.
What am I?
Your back. You have one and it’s easy to touch but hard to look it. A common phrase is to “watch your back” and it’s common to “have your friend’s back.” When apologizing, you often want to take back what you said. You can throw out your back, but you can’t throw it away. And back pain causes people pain every day.
I Live in Water
I live in water
If you cut my head I’m at your door,
If you cut my tail I’m fruit,
If you cut both I’m with you
What am I?
A pearl. They’re found underwater. Removing the head (p) leaves Earl, a guy who could be at your door. Removing the tail (l) leaves pear, a fruit and if you cut both off you’re left with ear, which is with you because it’s attached to your head.
Ties One Another
What ties one to another and is closest to the heart?
A wedding ring.
I know, this is nearly a duplicate with What Holds Two People Together.
Serve Many But They Forget About Me
I serve many, confirmed by how healthy those I serve are. Yet after they’re successful they forget about me. It’s true, sometimes I hit them and they’re often bloody, but they don’t mind.
What am I?
A doctor (more specifically, an obstetrician) or a midwife. They deliver thousands of healthy babies but they are soon forgotten. Sometimes they smack the baby on the butt to clear the airway, and newborn babies can have blood on them from the placenta being pulled from the walls of the uterus or from an episiotomy.
More Than a Few
Nothing specific,
but more than a few.
This many clustered
together will do.
Bunch. It’s a vague term that means more than a few. And clustered items like bananas, grapes or celery come in bunches.
By Sef Daystrom
Twice in Eternity
I occur twice in eternity,
And I’m always within sight.
What am I?
The letter ‘t’.
I Always Tell the Truth
You see me quite often,
But don’t really care.
If you pass by me,
You’ll often stop and stare.
I can’t speak or see,
But don’t think me uncouth,
Because no matter what,
I always tell the truth.
What am I?
A mirror.
A Creature, Part Man
This creature, part man and part tree,
hates the termite as much as the flea.
His tracks do not match,
and his limbs may detach,
but he’s not a strange creature to see.
What is it?
A man with a wooden leg.