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Re-living a year, a paradox to convey

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Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live?

Reliving a year, such a notion to weigh,
Is it to rewrite or to feel good for a day?
The essence lies not in a span,
But moments—some grand,
In a life, a medley, not just a replay.

Moments, jewels in life’s display,
A highlight reel in a vivid array,
The thrill of the CEO call,
A son’s birth, most magical,
Japan’s wonder, pounds shed, hooray!

Some years, oh, they bring dismay,
This one’s a chapter best kept at bay,
Painful echoes and somber skies,
Yet amidst tears, resilience does rise,
A revelation, strength on full display.

Resilience, a trait unforeseen, I say,
Wanted not, but emerged, anyway,
In my son, a sage so strong,
A prideful tune in life’s long song,
His strength, an unforeseen bouquet.

So, a year in full, a complex ballet,
A blend of hues, from bright to grey,
Not a single year, grand each day,
Moments gleam in life’s array,
For a year is more than its dismay.

Re-living a year, a paradox to convey,
It’s the bits, the gems, that hold sway,
Not to erase, but to savor,
The joys, the strength to favor,
In life’s intricate, unpredictable ballet.

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