Crooked as a rainbow, and slick as a plate, Ten thousand horses can't pull it straight.
They belong to me; they belong to you; They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue; They never end until the day you do.
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander.
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain. Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
Big as a saucepan, deep as a cup, Even a river can't fill it up. What is it