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,

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 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!

I did it my way.