Answer:
You can catch me but cannot throw me.
Before I grow I'm small. When I'm old I grow tall. When I die I give a mighty fall.
I am always around you but often forgotten. I am pure and clean most time but occasionally rotten.
What is always coming but never arrives?
A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?