I'm Going For It Poem by Frederick Nellist

Unable to sustain my live and learn
many promises and tasks left undone.
My cup of success not running over
my half hearted battles never won.

My quitting is a long held disease
many bells are waiting to be rung.
No giving up, my affliction cured
my future is waiting to be sung.

Success belongs to those who try
not those who don't give a damn.
Or those who's thoughts wander far
my grass is green just where I am.

After inventing ways idle hours spent
I'll challenge all barriers unknown.
Giving up is now a thing of the past
Plenty moss for a none rolling stone.