MY WAY

And now, the end is near, And so I face the final curtain. My friend, I'll say it clear, I'll state my case, of which I'm certain. I've lived a life that's full. I've traveled each and every highway, And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Regrets, I've had a few, But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do, And saw it through without exemption. I planned each charted course, Each careful step along the byway, But more, much more than this, I did it my way. Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew, When I bit off more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall, And did it my way. I've loved, I've laughed and cried. I've had my fill, my share of losing. And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing. To think I did all that, And may I say not in a shy way, Oh no, Oh no, not me, I did it my way. For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels. And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows. And did it my way! Yes, it was my way.