Answer:
A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all.
Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price, I simply smile and nod twice.
What can be filled with empty hands?
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
When I live I cry, If you don't kill me I'll die.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?