In slumber's grasp, young Carolyn lay,
A gentle soul, now fading away.
In the quiet of night, she found her repose,
Dreams wrapped around her like a soft, fleeting prose.
With glasses perched on her kind, thoughtful face,
She played pool and darts with a skillful grace.
A smile, resilient, through life's heavy toll,
Hid the despair that dwelled in her soul.
In the billiard's embrace, cues and balls in flight,
She danced through the shadows, chasing the night.
Her laughter echoed in the dim-lit air,
A melody of joy, now silenced in despair.
Yet, let memories linger, like ripples on a pool,
A testament to a spirit eternally cool.
In dreams, she plays with the ethereal arts,
A gentle soul forever alive in our hearts.
