It was a difficult year for her,
It was one filled with failure,
A year with very few wins.
A year where she lost her place,
Her determination was her saving grace.
It was a year of learning for Trudy,
One where she learned new skills,
Also, the power of a formidable will.
She did not get the job she wanted,
It did not make her feel daunted.
This was a wonderful year for him,
He got almost everything he wanted.
He got the job of his dreams to paint,
He could create a sinner or a saint.
This was the best romance of his year.
John loved the dance and the thrill,
Of a year that gave him so much.
He was alive and free to do so much,
He had the wonderful golden touch.
This was a year that blessed him so much.
When you remember the romance of a year,
Think about all the blessing you found here.
When you observe and record all you feel,
Know that old wounds and scars also heal.
Enjoy the romance of a year with love and zeal.