Good Problems

One walks along the city streets,
Just trying to get some air,
Yet one can’t help but notice
All the girls who stop and stare.

One experiences this often.
If somewhere one does go
One’s glamor, wit, and glowing health
Make one a living show.

One wishes one could take a break
From being the perfect man,
So I guess I’m pretty lucky
That I’m not one, and I can.