WHAT AM I?
I may have the face of a great man or a great woman. When I am very young I make my first only journey. The day I set out, I am bright and colorful and look my very best. I travel from one city to another. I may go halfway around the world to reach my destination. This trip is my great adventure, but within a few days or weeks it is over. By the time I arrive, I am no longer very attractive. My face is smudged with dirt and ink, and usually I am thrown away without a second glance.
WHAT AM I?
! It is a stamp 