A Frail Captain Hook

Waking up, I'm shaken by an awful thought: it's not a sunny February morning, but heartwarming wishes on Facebook alleviate the anxiety of a gloomy feeling to enliven the mood and be immensely grateful to God and do what is worth living for, but is the state of being old that word so painful? Should aging looks be an embarrassment... comparing me to a frail Captain Hook who sailed in rough seas without fright! People I run into stare at me strangely and guess my approximate age by the fine line and wrinkles, but they don't see how young and virile I am inside; if perfection and handsomeness are the advantages of the younger men to pursue women and attract, what are the disadvantages of the older ones? Is the perception of an enfeebled body a horror to hide, or an accomplished milestone to make an impact?