It can't be seen, can't be felt,
can't be heard and can't be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
and empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
ends life and kills laughter.
What is it?
I may seem real yet I am not,
Once you're gone I'm often forgot.
Time here stretches and it shrinks,
It all depends on how you think.
I may be good, I may be bad,
I may be the same as one you've had.
What am I?
Some people prefer them with raisins
Some like them to contain chocolate chips
Whichever kind of these you like though
They don't last long once they've passed your lips
What are they?
A man while looking at a photograph said, "Brothers and sisters have I none. That man's father is my father's son."
Who was the person in the photograph?
