Answer:
What is it that no man ever saw, which never was, but always will be?
Hot tempered and sometimes it blows its top, making a mess of everything.
There is one in every corner and two in every room.
Made of ten but two we make, When assembled others quake, Five apart and we are weak, Five together havoc wreak. What are we?
The more you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?
My days are numbered. What am I?