Answer:
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I can only be played on a windy day. What am I?
I am the thing that is used to make your weight. What am I?
If you have me you want to share me. Once you share me you wonβt have me.
The more holes you cover the lower I go.
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.