Answer:
In my life I must bare my bloodline I must share.
Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
You throw me away, I find my way back. Traditionally, I'm wooden with an arch in my back. What am I?
I am merry creature in pleasant time of year as in but certain seasons I sing that you can hear; And yet I'm made a by-word A very perfect mock; Compared to foolish persons And silliest of all folk.
Everyone has me and no one can lose me. What am I?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.