Forgotten Title

It was trying so hard to go higher
Not giving up such a fighter
It had a white stripe and wings to try
But with all that will he couldn't fly

Why was it trying I did not know
No such presence of a single foe
On a day like this you were not trying
Unlike the bug, you were always flying

Note: I wrote this for my grandfathers' Birthday this year. Recited it on his Birthday Party and I have seemed to have forgotten the title. Hence the title of this poem.