How can it be? Where did the years go? I can’t be seventy, I was just sixteen last year! Who is that old person with gray hair in these pictures?
Alas, it is true. I am seventy. As the song goes . . .
And now the end is near
So I face the final curtain
My friend, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case of which I’m certain
I CERTAINLY HOPE THE END IS NOT NEAR, BUT IF SO, THAT’S OK- I’M READY
I’ve lived a life that’s full
I’ve traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
I CAN’T SAY I’VE TRAVELED EVERY HIGHWAY, BUT I’VE SURE TRAVELED LOTS OF THEM- SOMETIMES MY WAY BUT SOMETIMES AT THE MERCY OF OTHERS
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 exception
WHO HASN’T HAD SOME REGRETS? AND MANY DAYS, MONTHS, YEARS I JUST KEPT DOING WHAT I HAD TO DO. THAT’S WHAT ONE DOES.
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
CAN’T SAY I PLANNED EVERY COURSE BUT I DID STEP CAREFULLY
Yes, there were times, I’m sure you know
That 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
OH YES, THERE WERE TIMES! GETTING THAT DOCTORATE WAS ONE OF THE TOUGHEST THINGS I EVER HAD TO DO, AS WERE SOME JOBS I TOOK ON AND PEOPLE I HAD TO DEAL WITH. BUT I DID IT!
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, no not me
I did it my way,
THAT ABOUT SUMS IT UP. BUT WAIT – THERE’S MORE. I’LL USE A FEW MORE WORDS SUNG BY OL’ BLUE EYES
I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet
A pawn and a king
I’ve been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing
Each time I find myself
Flat on my face
I pick myself up and get
Back in the race
AND THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I WILL DO. OH HOW MANY TIMES I’VE WANTED TO LAY DOWN AND DIE, AND THOSE TIMES MAY COME AGAIN BUT I’LL JUST KEEP ON KEEPIN’ ON.
My Way Songwriters: Paul Anka / Gilles Thibaut / Claude Francois / Jacques Revaux / Jacques Revaux Adaptation De Paul Anka
My Way lyrics © Jeune Musique Ed., Barclay Eddie Nouvelles Editions, Chrysalis Standards Inc
That’s Life: Songwriters: Kelly L. Gordon / Dean Kay; Lyrics © Bibo Music Publishing, Inc.
Interesting content about 70
By Candy Schulman: https://www.aarpethel.com/fulfillment/i-just-turned-70-and-heres-what-i-finally-realize
Biblical Prophecy: https://lifehopeandtruth.com/prophecy/understanding-the-book-of-daniel/daniel-9/
https://www.chabad.org/library/article_cdo/aid/940857/jewish/Why-Is-70-Special.htm
Thursday’s Child: David Bowie https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfOKDB0ChQk
Thursday’s Child Has Far to Go: TXT https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93NhXVMMrPY
The Number Seventy: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/70_(number)
Seventy years ago from Sunday a week ago October 1st, 1953, when I was born, came on a Thursday. 70 years from now October 1st will again come on a Thursday. Thursday’s child has far to go!
Do you have far to go? How do you feel about where you’ve already been? What do you think the songs, Bowie’s and TXT’s, imply about life? What day of the week were you born and do you think it has any significant affect on your life? Please scroll down and share your comments below.