One of my favorite poems is “Otherwise” by the late Jane Kenyon. It’s a live-for-the-day and be grateful poem that reminds me to appreciate the little things, the everyday. I have it posted on my wall at work:
I got out of bed
At noon I lay down
I asked my friend to read it at my funeral, when it will be, well, otherwise. A few stage directions for her to refer to here: read slowly and clearly, sniffling at appropriate intervals. If you can manage it, drop to your knees and yell, “Why???” Thanks.