My Way
There’s no way
I would say
Love, honour
Or obey
I’ll do it
My way
It’s my way
Or the highway
I’ll do it
My way
Alan Grace
13 September 2017
Which heading do you prefer:
My way
The epicene woman
The New Lynn Labour candidate from Taranaki
The female adlibber
Disobedience or honesty?
When I was growing up, my parents liked Kamahl’s singing. So we would often hear this song in our home (lyrics below):
My Way
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 travelled each and every highway
But 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
Daily prompt: Disobey