My Way

And now the end is near And so I face the final curtain. My friends, 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 travelled 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 exception. I planned 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've had my fails, my share of losing, And now as tears subside I find it all so confusing 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 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.