Answer:
What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife. What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire. What the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves. And all men carry to their graves.
The more of them you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?
What is long and slim, works in light. Has but one eye, and an awful bite?
I have three hundred cattle, with a single nose cord
You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
What is always coming but never arrives?