The Riddle; what you lose when you fall...

Here’s another riddle for you
That might just hold a meaning or two
Like humpty dumpty who sat on the wall
This riddle is about what you lose when you fall

Humpty dumpty’s horsemen and all the kings men
Wouldn’t be able to put this together again
Together we shattered it and caused it to break
And together the consequences forever we take

WE each have our own
It’s best long, old and never left alone
We constantly complain about this
Some consider it their hole and consuming abyss

Others might find contentment
In this “thing” this riddle holds
Others think theirs overwhelmed by predicaments
While others have more in theirs to behold

Come on, it’s easy
What’s hard, and cold and never free?
What’s endless and complicated?
And with each of us inevitably related?

It left humpty dumpty who sat on the wall
Once he had that terribly great fall
When all the kings horses and all the kings men
couldn’t put him back together again

this riddle and it’s rhymes relate to one thing
it’s incredibly obtuse
and probably more uncomplicated than what you’re thinking
take a guess, what is there to lose?

now one last hint might have it’s way
what’s black, and white and looks quite gray?
That hint was for the abstract
Now one last hint for those who prefer cold facts
You pass through this day by day
It’s hard to dominate and through demise it goes away?

In it’s twisted terms
This riddle holds
Something in which we all are concerned
A thing never to be left untold