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 ev’ry 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,
But more, much more than
this,
I did it MY WAY
[Etc. . . ]
For
what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself, then he
has not.
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.
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And
now, day's end is near,
I'm dozing here beneath the
curtain
These hours that I've gone through...
What did I do? I'm not too certain.
I
stared
through window glass
To watch cars pass along the
highway;
A
thrill -- but it takes more,
To fill up MY
DAY.
Oh yes, I stalked
a mouse
All through the
house,
wish I had bagged him.
If I had, when I was through,
Right up to you I
would have dragged him,
Like those birds I haul
inside;
I take such pride, displaying my
prey.
And I know it thrills you so;
And
that makes MY DAY
[ Etc. . . . ]
For what
is a pet? What is his plan?
He's got to get what joys he can.
And what is
life--life for us cats?
All bits and bites, thisses
and thats.
To you they're small; to me, they're
all
A part of MY DAY.
Lyric
to "MY DAY," above, copyright 2003 Brad
Burg
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