Answer:
What type of paper can you neither read nor write on?
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
What always runs but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a mouth but never eats?
If I have it, I don't share it. If I share it, I don't have it. What is it?
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones