Answer:
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
What does no man want, yet no man want to lose?
Who has married many women but never has been married who is he
What is always coming but never arrives?