Making Do

All these years of doubt and worry
Interspersed with driving, striving
Have brought no consolation to my soul

I have no past success nor future prospect
To rely on –
Only a faint glimmering of hope
That a better story can emerge
Than now seems possible
Between deceptive flares of enthusiastic fire

In this weary meantime
All I can do is make do
Accepting for the time being
What’s best amidst the worst of it
And taking care of that
Until this too comes to grief

So, when you ask me to be patient
Have a care for what that means
For me