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; 
But 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, 
"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!