Conversation – 18

Here is to a great Wednesday Peeps stay safe out there.

Raining in Oz.

Enjoy this evening Peeps!

@shoelady60,

Enjoy your evening so far your Hockey Team is ahead.

@oodiebom,

Enjoy your evening and your pizza I am sure this is a delight.

Wishing you a nice evening and take it easy. I know you will be glad when your
husband is home.

Glad he is making some progress with his medical needs.

@xango,

Thank you so much for my State’s Official Flower the Sunflower.

Hubby brought home a great meal. All is well in the land of OZ.

Enjoy the rest of your evening. This evening is just the icing on the cake.

My Way
Song by Frank Sinatra

And now the end is here
And so I face that final curtain
My friend I’ll make it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain
I’ve lived a life that’s full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more
I did it, 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
I saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much, much more
I did it, 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
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself then he has naught
Not to say the things that he truly feels
And not the words of someone who kneels
Let the record shows I took all the blows and did it my way

It Was a Very Good Year
Frank Sinatra

When I was 17, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We’d hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was 17
When I was 21, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stairs
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was 21
When I was 35, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We’d ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was 35
But now the days are short, I’m in the autumn of my years
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
It poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year