Answer:
I am a man but I swing from place to place and walk upside down just like a critter. Who am I?
A white field, and when it is plowed, its soil is black.
What never ends but you always have it
I have wings and a wand and when you lose something gross l make sure to leave you the prize that you deserve. Who am I?
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
What is always coming but never arrives?