Answer:
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
What can touch someone once and last them a life time?
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?