Once made a solemn

Once made a solemn vow

to be the one first to go,

prophecied it was eons ago,

even if were others in tow;

yet prayed for it once more,

why such furore, asked folks crore,

coz to me loss of pleasure,

greater than pain’s measure;

then why not gone in such anguish,

coz hope flutters and can’t squish,

of immortal writings and conquest,

yet unbearable burden of the test;

yet soon I will go,

without much ado.