Answer:
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not
What stays on the ground but never gets dirty?
As destructive as life, As healing as death; An institutioner of strife, Just as prone to bless. It is all that is good, Yet with an evil trend; As it was the beginning of things, It can also be the end.
Above all things have I been placed Thus have I, a man disgraced. I describe sunlight or lock But after all, I'm just a rock
I walked and walked and at last I got it. I didn't want it. So I stopped and looked for it. When I found it, I threw it away.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.