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 traveled ewach 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.

I saw it through without exemption.

I plan each charted course,

Each careful step along the byway.

And 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 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 sly way.

Oh no, oh no not me, I did it my way.

Oh what is a man?

What has he got?

If not himself, then he has not.

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.