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.
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 by-way
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.