Light... or no light

Many a night, he’d missed the last ray of the day,
But by some kindly powers, he still finds his way,
And sees the first rays of the next day.

Sometimes in darkness, laced with a tinge of despair,
He would light the first stick, a second, and perhaps more if there’s still to spare.
Yet people would ask, “Why the need to light-up?”
And he would reply, “Coz I have to see”

Sometimes in darkness, laced with a tinge of despair,
He could neither find his stick, nor his lighter.
And so in the murkiness, he groped his way,
Till he found the door, that led to a room with candle-lights.

Light... or no light, he will go on.
Either with his own lighted stick, or with someone else’s candles.