My Way
Music is something that has been a constant throughout my life. In kindergarten my teacher thought I had an aptitude for music and I was selected to start taking lessons on an instrument along with one other girl. She chose the cello and I chose the violin because it was smaller and easier to carry. LOL
Since the first time I ever heard Frank Sinatra sing the song “My Way” as a child, I adopted it as the theme song for my life. As anybody that knew me as ‘young’un could tell you, everything always had to be done “My Way” or I was not a very happy camper! I even made sure I learned how to play this song on my violin, as my mom had the sheet music for it because she played the organ. As I near my 45th Birthday, the people who love me or hate me could tell you, I still do everything “My Way” which is generally the hardest and least traveled path thru life that anyone could take.
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 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.
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 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.