The World is a dark and dreary place, Yet there was a man who made it a much happier place. He was a large man with a big grin, Someone who would always invite you to come in. I did not know him as well as I would have liked, But I know that what I did gave me great delight. So in this poem that I am writing to show, Just what all I did know. His name was Timothy or Tim as most knew him, And what happened to him is quite grim. He cooked very well, I just loved the way his food would smell. His dice rolls were ridiculous, But those nat. 20’s were most of the time good for us. He made up a new word that became a great phrase, For Timmying will always be a sarcastic word of praise. Yet the greatest thing of all that I will miss, Is not the food or the rolls of dice and his ridiculousness. Was his laugh oh how it always made my day, His He, He, He’s, were always away a way to make things ok. Oh Tim how great you were and the memories of you are, But it will never change the terrible thing done by that car. We will always remember you Tim, With a heavy heart I wish that wherever you are is not a grim. Rest in Peace are great friend Tim.