My Way

And now, the end is near,And so I face the final curtain.My friends, 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 travelled 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 doAnd 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 tallAnd did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried,I've had my fill - my share of losing.But 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 feelsAnd not the words of one who kneels.The record shows I took the blowsAnd did it my way.
Yes, it was my way.