Answer:
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
I start new then become old. Start clean but be one dirty. I usually start big then become little.
I am a ship that can be made to ride the greatest waves. I am not built by tool, but built by hearts and minds. What am I?
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
I am rarely touched but often held and if you are smart you'll use me well.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk