Growing Old

My co-worker and I were talking about how fast time goes by.
Then we started comparing our personal, physical evidences.
He's got dark spots on his inner thighs. I've suddenly got a skin disorder, just had a bunion removed, and both of us have lingering hand injuries.
Although we laughed about it, it's sobering to see yourself as "getting old".
At least Stan has a legacy, his four sons that will carry on the Jones' name.
When I die, it all ends with my selfish ass. I guess I'll keep myself so occupied that I won't have time to think about such a depressing subject as growing old and dying