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