My last day in first class

Tis my last day in first class,
as my pass has come to pass,
the morrow will i be part of the mass,
and travel like a unpaid ass.

With chin up head cocked up high,
the first day i felt like a knight,
resting the aching body on a rare WR seat,
Sat like a king who just bagged a feat!

With a grin n a raised brow,
upon the II class i would frown,
n then breath out n air of gratitude,
for moving on to a different latitude.

No more sweat! Never again will i fret,
as the train journey will now always be fine,
but those dreams are bust, travel by II class I must,
and all i can do is whine.

I swear by the Gods, I will return to the mecca of WR seats,
as I shun to think of being II class meat,
for now i roll my eyes n sigh,
n wish the oasis of Ist Class Good- bye!