"Youth"!?---such-a...waste!

My wife and I were "jogging" in the park the other-day when I-spied a young couple lying on a blanket under a-shade tree; the young-man leaped to his-feet, swept his-lover into muscular-arms, kissed her-passionately and set her on a picnic-table, embracing her-tightly. My-wife saw me-staring and laughed; she slowed her-speed teasing me to catch-up. My "walker" doesn't slide too-quickly, even with the vaseline on the skids. Her-walker seems to glide like greased-lightning. She stopped to wait for-me. Breathless (Well! She stopped at the top of a steep-incline), I came up to-her, gasping. "You old-fool! Stop dreaming about that young-girl over-there; you ain't never gonna look like that "hunk" loving on-her!" She paused, then, "Never-did!And, if you ever-caught me? You wouldn't remember what to-do!" Hmm!!? I sat down on a park-bench to catch my-breath---and...consider. Well!? I "might" remember? Maybe? Hmm The-way that young-man leaped to his-feet? Wow! Sometimes the covers get wadded-up at-night and I can't untangle-them; by the-time I manage to get the right-side loose, the left-side tightens and---Voila!..."mummified"! Youth!?---Damn!...Such an-injustice to waste-it on young-people! Ugh!