You have done well enough To warrant that win That somehow eludes you, Comes within your grasp And somehow slips away. Fate and luck have not gone Your way this year, But don't dispair; Your time will come. You'll get that win. You deserve better luck; Your pitching isn't bad Just you're fate. You've tried very hard Yet the stats ahve been the same: No win. But it will come. I know it; I believe it, And God knows you deserve it.