Answer:
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
In birth I spring forth, in life I unfold. In death I wilt and die, but rebirth restores all.
It can be cracked, It can be made, It can be told, it can be played. What is it?
If someone calls you this, it might be time to consider hot wax
What stays in one corner but travels around the world?
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.