This Is The Perspective You Get In Sixteen Years

Do you really have enough under your belt to sing "My Way" at 18 in your Senior Assembly? I mean really?? I don't think I am old enough to sing that song now, much less sixteen years ago.

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.

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,
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!

It bears mentioning that this kid is smoove enough that in five years he will know how weird this actually is.