What runs but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, and has a bed but never sleeps?
Often held but never touched, always wet but never rusts, often bites but seldom bit, to use me well you must have wit.
You can spin, wheel and twist, but it can turn without moving. What is it?
Today he is there to trip you up and he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
No sooner spoken than broken. What is it?
If you break me I'll not stop working. If you can touch me, my work is done. If you lose me, you must find me with a ring soon after. What am I?
Always old, sometimes new, never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full, never pushes, always pulls.