Answer:
When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever.
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
It is weightless, you can see it. If you put it in a barrel it will make it lighter?
You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?