There's a day for everyone

I often thought,
That why has life given me so many hurdles?
What's their significance?
For whom have I ever been an obstacle?

My days pass in grief and sorrow,
I seldom get to smile.
A thought that bothers me is,
Am I that worthwhile?

Has there been a day,
That can see my lips break,
Into one of the best ornaments,
That man has got till date?

There's a day for everyone,
That's what I believe.
My birthdays are really grave,
Maybe one day, I can smile and heave a sigh of relief.