Upon Tim Management

Tim is dead.

Mary always thought he was nice.
Said, "Maybe if you could focus more
when you come,
you'd understand the difference
between sunsets and sunrises."

Tim always laughed it off,
but thought hurt feelings later,
like she didn't like the way he
was coming, or worse . . .
didn't like the way she was coming.

There are only so many moos in
a day and so many gulps in a lifetime.
So many gasps in a lung, and so many
pokes in a finger.
Every drivers license falls apart someday.