I come in many shapes and sizes sometimes I can hold your prizes Wind may take me when you walk and liars have me when they talk. What am I?
Source of happiness, source of sorrow, I can grow fast, I can die slow, I can be a joy and a pain as you may already know. What am I?
There's a day, that comes around once a year. To celebrate the man, you hold dear. He gave you life, love and will pick you up if you fall. When it comes to guys like him, He's the best of all. Who is he?
