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He said he was rising to the light
Each morning from the station
Up flights of stairs to sunshine
Every day he would say
I’m Orpheus returning
From the underworld
And I will not look back
I keep my life on track
By rising to the light

And even when stormclouds and rain
Reduced his goal to muted tones
No sunshine as his guide
Every day he would but smile
An umbrella in his pack
Kept our hero rising
And never looking back
There’s nothing he would lack
By rising to the light

I envied him his surety
That daily grind would yet inspire
To embrace this grimy world entire
The simplicity of hope
No anxiety could attack
The new man here ascending
And never looking back
He truly had the knack
By rising to the light

(c) Helen Valentina 2017