Answer:
When it comes in, From sea to shore, Twenty paces you'll see, No less, no more.
What is never used unless it's in a tight place?
In buckles or lace, they help set the pace. The farther you go, the thinner they grow.
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.