Answer:
Long legs, crooked thighs, little head, and no eyes.
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes. I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
Don't do this in the shallow end.
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.