No Pockets in my Last Shirt

In twilight's grasp, we seek a shrouded fate,

Chasing the glint of gold, we lose our way.

What treasures lie within the fleeting grasp,

When wealth, like whispers, fades with every breath?

The heart clings soft to moments shared and lost

No pockets stitched to carry dreams or care.

The coins amassed in life’s relentless chase

Are but ghostly shadows on the final road.

Take heed: the gentle warmth of hands held tight,

The laughter shared beneath the starry veil.

These form the true riches we cannot collect.

So let us spare a thought for what endears.

In silence, find where worth and love reside.

For when this journey meets its quiet dusk,

We take but echoes of our deeds with us.

In memories sewn from kindness, not from gold.

Sculptures No Pockets in my Last Shirt and Shut.

No Pockets in my Last Shirt

Concrete Sculpture

24 x 30 x 15 inches (60.96cm x 50.8cm x 38.10 cm)

and

Shut

Concrete Sculpture

13 x 14 x 5 inches (33.02 x 35.56 x 12.7cm)