cleanlogicwhat am Ipoems
You bury me when I am alive,
and dig me up when I die.
What am I?
Die without me,
Never thank me.
Walk right through me,
Never feel me.
That downward thrust,
That never rust.
My antlers tower above my head.
Where I live it’s cold all year.
I can pull a sled or pack a load.
You call me a ?
Until I am measured I am not known.
Yet how you miss me when I have flown.
I go around in circles,
but always go straight ahead.
I never ever complain,
no matter where I am lead
Large as a mountain, small as a pea,
Endlessly swimming in a waterless sea.
Pronounced as one letter,
And written with three,
Two letters there are,
And two only in me.
I’m double, I’m single,
I’m black blue and gray,
I’m read from both ends,
And the same either way.
It caused the destruction of Troy,
The worst of tragedies,
And numerous maladies,
Yet it is chased, desired and fought for.
What is it?
Alive as you but without breath,
As cold in my life as in my death;
Never a thirst though I always drink,
Dressed in a mail but never a clink.