Answer:
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
This became a fashion statement in the garden of Eden.
Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?
What is not a ball but yet a sphere, and holds all lands and people year after year?
There is one in every corner and two in every room.
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.