I clothes every day, more so in frigid weather. I hang in display, known to ride a bag of leather. I get caught in the fray, Better get mad or clever. Last three letters away: done to splay or bring together.

I am to live, to breathe and to fight. With logic and rational, I can give light. For sense, for purpose, an argument, true. If nothing at all, then just to do.

Getting you some cash, the start of a trap, laid under the seas, or connecting poles to let you speak. Don't let me get all tangled up. What am I?

In the US, it's no problem if you grab me in public. In fact, it's expected. In the UK, you will probably get punched first and then some time in prison.

Back in the day, we marked the way, With a glowing stick to guide the fray. A gentle swipe, a bright delight, Brings words to life with colored light.