Answer:
Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?
I am a red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when touched. What am I?
I like to twirl my body but keep my head up high. After I go in everything becomes tight
I am commonly ate before I'm born and after I'm dead.
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.