Answer:
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.
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardenerโs tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, oneโs a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
I'm light as a feather, yet the strongest man can't hold me for more than 5 minutes.
Long and think, red within, with a nail at the end.
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.