Otherwise

I’ve had this poem rolling around in my mind for the past few days… so, I thought I’d share it.

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“Otherwise”
by Jane Kenyon

I got out of bed on two strong legs.
It might have been otherwise.

I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach.
It might have been otherwise.

I took the dog uphill to the birch wood.
All morning I did the work I love.
At noon I lay down with my mate.
It might have been otherwise.

We ate dinner together at a table with silver candlesticks.
It might have been otherwise.

I slept in a bed in a room with paintings on the walls,
And planned another day just like this day.
But one day, I know, it will be otherwise.

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What are your thoughts after reading the poem?  I feel like my eyes are opened to the seemingly small gifts I receive every day.