On rare occasion I stand,

In two-faced hand.

Many might miss me; my cool touch.

Those that don’t, are dealt with less and deserve more

Etched upon me lies my birth, and as you grow old

So do I, but even after my glimmer fades

I still can’t die. You will see my shape everywhere

Because I am the clock on the wall, the moon, even your iris.

I am like lice, I travel from person to person and although

I need the help to move, I am not without my own means.

For I have both a head and a tail, and a row of teeth-

But these can be found on neither of my faces

You can’t survive without me, but I’m guaranteed to be a problem

In every one of your lives.

ANSWER BELOW

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I am a coin, specifically a quarter