Answer:
Its days are numbered.
I'm often served as a "rack of ..." I'm often smoked or grilled, with bones in, and slathered in BBQ sauce.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyβs delight.
What can be seen but not touched?
What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
What language does a billboard speak?