Answer:
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
Who is it that rows quickly with four oars, but never comes out from under his own roof?
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
What does everyone know how to open but not how to close?
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.