There's a word that's composed of three letters alone,
Which reads backwards and forwards the same;
It expresses the sentiments warm from the heart,
And to beauty lays principal claim.

Ewer running on my face,
Never staying at one place.
Through the world I make my tour,
Everywhere at the same hour,
If you please to spell my name,
Backward and forward, it's the same.

It wasn't my sister, nor my brother,
But still was the child of my and mother.
Who was it?

What is it that nobody wants but nobody wants to lose?

In the last minute of my age
I do waz young again.
And have so still continued,
Since world did first begin.