Answer:
I'm white and used for cutting and grinding. When I'm damaged, humans usually remove or fill me. For most animals I am a useful tool. What am I?
A young man wants to have me but when he has me he no longer wants me. Blade in hand he attacks me and does his best to remove me. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
I am cracked by Indiana Jones.
I have a frame but no pictures. I have poles but not standing up. What am I?
Without me everyone would lose their head.
What is always coming but never arrives?