Thailand - Working My Way Back To You
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 every highway;
And more, much more
than this, I did it my way. I was woken by a gentle
tapping on my hotel room door. On answering, I was
met by the sight of six badly clothed Thai adults
and four equally distastefully attired children.
Having not long returned from a holiday in
Bulgaria where I had seen a fair few gypsies my
mind somehow associated the Thai entourage with
the Bulgarian travelling people.
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. I was
greeted with some rapid fire Thai to which I
returned "No thank you I don't want to buy
anything." Another rapid fire burst came from the
elder adult and I replied back louder and in a
more terse tone " Just bloody well bugger off or
I'll call the hotel manager," and slammed the door
shut rather
loudly. I
made a mental note for the next morning to buy a
gallon of milk and a big bucket, because it must
of taken a hell of a lot of cats to drag that lot
up three flights of stairs. I went back to my bed
and nodded off again feeling pretty pleased that
I'd seen off the Thai version of the wooden
clothes peg
sellers. 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. A
much louder banging noise replaced the slight
tapping one to wake me again a little while later.
I hurried to my hotel room door, wrenched it open
and was about too bellow at the top of my voice
"Why don't you lot bugger off and leave me alone,"
when I noticed a very familiar bar girl stood
there on her own. The following conversation took
place. Me: Hello there darling, I was coming to
see you
soon. Cute bar girl: Why you angry too
much. Me: I'm not angry, I'm happy to see
you Cute bar girl: My family knock your door and they
say you look angry too
much. 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. Showered
and dressed I headed down in the hotel lift to the
bar and restaurant area. I was met with the sight
of 12 very quiet Thai people and one confused cute
bar girl sat patiently waiting for me. When you've
dug yourself a hole this deep or in this case a
well, only a few thousand baht and a good meal can
sought it. I've always
regretted that incident. Over the following two
years the cute bar girl turned out to be one heck
of a lady and her family not quite John Boy and
the Walton's, but nonetheless really nice people.
Regrets I've had a few. I'll leave it at that and
hand you back over to
Frank. 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! Sorry about the grey text
between the marvellous words. My apologies to Paul
Anka and Frank Sinatra but I just had to do it my
way, I couldn't help it. Credits My Way
lyrics written by Paul
Anka Photograph Frank Sinatra & Gene
Kelly sugarbarre Photograph Frank Sinatra hiker083
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