my way

My way (edited)
the three famous tenors sang, MY-Way
the fat one died, and the two others
hates each other
never appear in public together
One looks like an aging matinee idol
the other
suffers from being mobbed at school, looks
scared, has nightmares, and often takes to tears
I still like Frank Sinatra's version looks
relaxed, sings with clear diction
like a man going home after a night in a bar
Alas, he is also dead
My- Way is about human hubris,
we think we are masters of our destiny
but we blow along
where the wind, like autumn, leaves on an asphalt
of fortune takes us.
Thinking back (can afford to)
I never got a thing
my way just as good, I could not handle winning
the highest price, it would make me feel absurd
Yet, I dance tango in Buenos Aires
54 years ago, the applause still rings,
 in my ears