Young And Old

You are young.
I am old.
You are hot.
I am cold.

Your hair is black.
Mine is white.
My skin is loose.
Yours is tight.

You go from flower to flower.
 I stick to one.
You have many choices.
 I have none.

But listen, my friend.
After the bloom.
When the passion is past.
Death cometh at last.