Answer:
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals. And hides at night?
Neither bought nor sold but more valuable than gold. It is built but not by hand. What is it?
What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
When can someone truthfully tell someone βwell doneβ but think they did a bad job?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.