**Paradox**

In a tale as true as time's own march,
I strive to unravel 'paradox'—a term so arch.
A lady's ring, with solitaire so bright,
Suffered a fate most dire one night.

The gem was lost, the band impaired,
To the jeweller's care, it was then ensnared.
With skilled hands and keen eye for its worth,
A new coronet was born, a diamond's rebirth.

As if untouched by time's cruel dance,
The ring was restored to its first glance.
The lady's joy was a sight to behold,
For the ring, once marred, now mirrored the old.

Time flowed on, and wear did show,
The wedding band's embrace began to go.
The jeweller's craft came forth once more,
A full shank stamped, as it was before.

Every piece replaced, from bezel to crest,
The ring shone anew, passing time's test.
Yet in the lady's eyes, it remained the same,
Her cherished ring, in spirit, not just in name.

For though each part was forged anew,
Her heart declared this truth she knew:
It was her ring, none could contest,
That's the paradox, the jeweller confessed.

— Noel J. Nolan, 2024
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