(SEMESTRE: AGOSTO 2013 - ENERO 2014)

Lectura 4, parcial 2

My way

And now, the end is here,

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 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.

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,

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.