regret

lying on her

death bed, she looks up at me

holding

my hand

a tear in her eye and says.

i wished i would have worked more.

spent

more time at the office,

on my computer,

stared into my phone longer than

what i did.

i wished i had stayed at my

desk

and ignored the world outside.

done less

with 

socializing and making love,

new friends,

what was the point of all that.

taking pictures of lakes

and me at the beach,

on snow crested moutains

on skiis, me in france

or italy.

there were so many weekends

i could have been

on the job.  been the dutiful

employee.

working my fingers to the bone.

what a waste of time and money

that all was having fun

and getting to know people.

what i really wanted to to was work.