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 ev'ry 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!



Yes, it was my way.