in the end

nary a soul
while lying prone
on his death bed
has said that he wished
he'd worked
just one more hour,
straight through
a weekend
instead
of doing other things
that brought him joy,
if only I had made
more money,
had bought a bigger
home,
just more car,
if only I had stared into
the woods, embraced
the ocean,
the rising sun,
and not looked
continually at my
phone.