Determinatioin

He is never gray or old,
Resolute like a warrior's soul,
Often a failure by his own flaws,
But burns red to his bungles.

Too green to know his luck,
"Come what may”, he says
And goes at it again.

No more blue the second time,
He tries the same a third time,
 third time's a charm and,
Fate crumbles before his dogged mind,
He is the acquired virtue- determination