My Light? Poem by Alan Duffield-lock

In my time i have switched on many light's in many room's,
but mine was alway's dark,
i felt my light leaving me,
i was getting tired,
could someone help me find the switch,
all there seem's to be is gloom,
how much longer do i have to go on living this way,
why can't i find a room in which i am happy,
is this the way it is be, forever,
is this it for evermore,
sometimes, i see the light at the end,
not realising it is my reflection,
that my light has alway's been there,
i just needed to be told.