(Continued from 5/9)

Gary was not only a
philosopher and philanthropist,
but also a poet.

He used to write beautiful
poems at his leisure time.

Once he wrote,
to his girlfriend, Monica, a poem,

“The sun is a lone warrior,
because every night
seems to be the last night to us,
but while the sun rises
all the darkness vanishes”.

Another day, he wrote about
The passion of life,
for the local newspaper,

“If you listen to the
gentle breeze that is flowing
over the green meadows
where the morning sun
is reflecting,
you are going to listen
it in the breeze
and while you gasp
towards the blue sky,
it seems full of
eternal aspirations-
there you could see a steady
but, glowing star
that guide you
throughout your life”.

But, as we all know,
some inevitable things that
one cannot escape, thus
Gary too.

Continued ....