In the realm of dusk and dawn, where dreams are both lost and born,
Lies a whisper, faint and taught, "Do the best you can with what you got."

With hands both weary and worn, from battles fierce and forlorn,
We carve our fates, knot by knot, doing the best with what we got.

In the silence of the night, under stars that shine so bright,
We plot our course, seek our lot, with the tools and skills we've got.

Through storms that rage and rot, through calm seas and thoughts fraught,
Our spirit wavers not, for we strive with all we've got.

So let this be our guiding thought, through lessons hard and dearly bought,
To weave our tales, no matter what, doing the best with what we've got.

For in the end, it's all for naught, if not to live the life we sought,
To love, to learn, without a blot, ever doing the best with what we've got.

March 21, 2024
Created by
Mark Waldrop