"My Mood Of Late..."

"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 do
And saw it through

without exemption.
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the by way,
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.

[Na imagem: "Traveller's Tales", colagem sobre papel de Carlos Machado Acabado]