My Way

And now, the end is near;

And so I face the final curtain.

My friend, IŽll say it clear,

IŽll state my case, of which IŽm

certain.

IŽve lived a life thatŽs full.

IŽve traveled each and evŽry

highway;

And more, much more than this,

I did it my way.

Regrets, IŽve 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, IŽm 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.

IŽve loved, IŽve laughed and cried.

IŽve 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!