reminds me of the short poem I had read long ago : - - - - - - - He worked by day and toiled by night. He gave up play and much delight. Dry books he read,

reminds me of the short poem I had read long ago : - - - - - - - He worked by day and toiled by night. He gave up play and much delight. Dry books he read, new things to learn. And forged ahead, success to earn. He plodded on, with faith and pluck. And when he won, they called it luck.