A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all. What is it?
Everyone has it. Those who have it least don’t know that they have it. Those who have it most wish they had less of it, but not too little or none at all.
Age. Young children don’t even know their age and extremely old folks wish they could turn back the hands of time, but not so much that they’re too young or they no longer have an age at all.
Everly and I were playing on the merry-go-round at the local park. It was very large and we stood on opposite sides. As we spun the merry-go-round counter-clockwise, I threw a ball to Everly. Did the ball go to Everly, to the right or left of them?
I have wood but no bark, And leaves that don’t fall, I am made up of branches, and come in sizes of all.
I am completely devoured many times, over and over by a worm of a kind. If you want to know the answer of mine, look for the secret that I’ve stored inside.