Everything Works On Purpose Poem by Mac Adrone Adonay

I cannot count my losses on the chess game
The frustrations and regrets on that sad night
I asked the Lord, why the victry’s door was tight
Then after a day, another battle came
And I joined again but the result was same
In that dark loss, I wish there would be a light
That will show the sign if I could stop to fight
But there was no sign so I went for my aim
Then I have found one thing on my every cry
That I need to keep the hard work's door not closed
Because I knew, everything works on purpose
Bundles of pains, tears, and doubts will roll over
And here I am to say that now, I’m better!