A Crystal Ball
I have a name, but it isn't my name. My face shows signs of age. I always mean the same thing, no matter what I say. I'm born in mourning, and I last 'til the end of days. Men plant me, but I never grow. They run from me, but I never move. They look at me and see their future, rotting in the fields where I bloom. What am I?
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1 solution
Tombstones have the name of a person who died.Men bury tombstones and people look at tombstones,seeing when and maybe how they die.