Answer:
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
I am brown and sticky
No matter how hard you hit me, no matter how much I hurt, I'll always go for a laugh. What am I?
I have no wallet but I pay my way. I travel the world but in a corner I stay. What am I?
I am made by nature soft as silk; A puffy cloud white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.