If I have it, I don't share it. If I share it, I don't have it. What is it?
I can ruin your day, or darken your life. And while I'm expected, I'm never alright. I'm bad for business, and worse for your hair. Wherever I am, there's something not there.
A serpent swam in a silver urn, A golden bird did in its mouth abide, The serpent drank the water, this in turn, Killed the serpent. Then the gold bird died.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
Feathers. Feathers make up a bird's wings, giving it flight or its freedom. Quill pens were used by men in older times.