Built to carry, built to hold, at least that’s what the box has told. Reality arrives quite fast . . . one careful lift, and now I’m trash.

I am blind, yet I see the truth. I hold a scale, but sell no goods. I wield a sword, but fight no wars. To some, I am a shield; to others, a hammer. Everyone begs for me when they are wronged, Yet many fear me when they are caught.

If you have me, you want to share me. If you share me, you haven't got me anymore. I am worth nothing to one, but priceless to two.

I have a head but I never wear a hat I have a mouth but I never chew nor chat I have a bed but I never dream or snooze I have a fork but not for eating food I have branches but I dont grow any leaves I run all day but have no feet or knees

Do not make me remind you Kronk. Not that one! I can be pushed or pulled to open or close, lift or lower, turn on or off, The possibilities are endless.