Answer:
Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. What am I?
Although I am still, in families I run. I continue to live on in a living one. As one continues to draw breath, I will not rust. However, when one stops drawing breath, I will become mere dust. What am I?
I'm not a bird but I can fly through the sky. I'm not a river but I'm full of water.
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me, only when he last closes his eyes.
You have to travel far before you turn it over. What is it?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.