Oh, Carol, at the golden ninety years, A force of tenacity, defying all fears. Bones may have broken, yet courage reborn, In life's lively game, a warrior's sworn. Her days painted with strokes of brilliant blue, On the golf course, where dreams take flight anew. Hands steady, she shuffles the bridge deck, Crafts moments of wonder, each card she’ll select. Blonde-haired beauty, a beacon to admire, Leading through life, with undying fire. A century beckons, a journey unfurled, Carol, ever bright, marvel of the world.