And I Still Look Good

-- I need a new birthday mantra; this will do. It's sort of like "I'm Still Here" but without the now-obscure references. --

"And I Still Look Good"

I got a flat tire on the highway today
I got broken up with over e-mail
I got trampled on in Barcelona
During a Sting concert

And I still look good

I have a savings account with no savings in it
I have an attitude problem, but enough of one
I have two degrees and no actual skills
Except the ability
To juggle

And I still look good

I lack a stable family life
I lack inherent wealth
I lack what I need
To believe in something
Bigger than myself

I'm smarter than I used to be
But that's not saying much

I'm clever
I'm enthusiastic
I'm querulous
I know big words
And I talk too much

And I still look good

I made it through my childhood
I made it through the public schools
I made it through the private sector

I made it past junior high
With my eyes intact

I made it over the hump
Of my post-college daze
When I grazed on frosted flakes
Convinced I'd wind up
Living in a basement
Playing Scrabble on the computer
Every single day

I'm a little worse for the wear
And I'm still wearing shirts
That are too big for me

And even with old jeans
And crooked glasses
And refusing to wear contacts

I still look good

I'd still rather talk about people
Than talk about ideas
I'm still scared of heights
And I'm still right all the time
And I'm still ashamed
Of the things I can't change

But overall, I have to say
I'm still looking good

Considering what I remember
Considering what I know
Considering all the people I've been
And the friends who've left
And the men who turned out to be boys
The noisy boy turned out okay

And I have to say
I still look good

All things considered
I still look damn good