I have no eyes, yet I have a pane. I have no ears, but they say I have ears. I can hold up a roof or divide two friends, yet I’m the first to get walked all over. What am I?

I am tiny, but I take my job seriously I live at the tip of a finger and still manage to sound important I stop a needle from making a complete mess of your day Without me, sewing can become a real point of pain I am the little metal hero that says no to pricks and yes to stitches What am I?

How can you tell if a tree is a dogwood?

I am the curtain above your eyes, Where worry lines can slowly rise. I wear your thoughts, yet I cannot see, A mirror is needed to look at me .What am I?

People spend me, save me, waste me too, yet once I’m gone, I won’t return to you.