Answer:
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left.
You are having a bad day if 12 peers deem you to be this
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
It's what light turns into in the night