Answer:
Iām hard as a rock and as light as a feather. Iām passed on to one another. Poor people need me and rich people have me.
I've been around for millions of years, but I am no more than a month old. What am I?
You seek me out when your hunger's ripe. I sit on four legs and smoke a pipe.
I am constantly overlooked by everyone but everyone has me. What am I?
I have memories, but none of my own. Whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different, it's because you changed me. I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.