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 lady, what has she got?

If not herself, then she has naught.

To say the things she 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.