Last night I wrote a riddle It may have been unfair So here I stand with hat in hand To try to clear the air I plead for your forgiveness I beg on bended knee Will you stand by to accept my Sincere...

I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE TO GATHER ON MICK JAGGER

I have no wings, yet I help you fly, Up to the clouds, then back from the sky. Step on my back, I won’t complain, The more you jump, the higher the gain. What am I?

I’m worn in photos, shared with ease, a silent sign meant just to please. No voice have I, yet still I show the joy your lips begin to know.

Mostly known by pews, choirs, and parishioners. I can be great or small, read or sung. I carry many meanings, from the world-renowned to the obscure.