I Can Cry Without Eyes
I can cry but I have no eyes.
I can fly but I have no wings.
Wherever I go, darkness follows me.
What am I?
A cloud. Crying is rain, they fly in the sky and darkness follows because they block the sun.
Ancient Arabic
I’m Arabic, but if you speak English, you probably use me every day.
What am I?
The Arabic numerals, 1, 2, 3, etc.
The More You Have, The Less You See
The more you have of it, the less you see. What is it?
Darkness.
The Most Precious Commodity
What is the most precious commodity?
That which when needed seemingly is never enough,
Yet otherwise can be boringly plentiful.
While waking is oft dreamt of,
Whilst pining can scarcely be thought of.
For beings, is allotted in finite but indefinite quantity.
The more that’s given, the more is wasted.
Freedom is akin though this is something more simple,
Not related to virtue or sin.
Unless perhaps, without freedom, or its limit.
What is it?
Time.
(Thanks for submitting this one Duke)
Life Measured in Hours
My life can be measured in hours,
I serve by being devoured.
Thin, I am quick
Fat, I am slow
Wind is my foe.
A candle.