A Riddle for You
Let me be the answer to your frail truth, let me take your hand and become peace, let me summon you peacefully, with a startling rise, let me take care of you in any form of mine. I am used by many, and used by none, yet ready to serve the old and the young. Meloncholy suits me, and nothing can erode me, as we all are to eventually become one. What am I?
**The number of question marks is the number of letters in the answer.**
Posted on March 27, 2013, in Nights and Days, Poems, Polls, Quotes, Writing and tagged Karl Kraus, Poems, Questions, Riddles, thinking, Thinking Riddles, What Am I? Riddle, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.