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e</p><p id="af8a">Or blessing Your choice</p><p id="2e4d">Struggle, suffer Or choose joy</p><p id="7c95">Live or die</p><p id="bf61">Deal with it It’s all you can do</p><p id="5fa4"><b>_________________________ Michael Ritoch </b>plays at being a poet/writer. He finds joy in his wife, two daughters, cats, one is really fat and the other is neurotic, reading philosophy written by old dead guys, and his friends. He writes about leadership, pain, life, suffering, and whatever comes to mind.</p><p id="05eb">If you enjoyed this poem maybe you’ll like these three as well.</p><div id="4bc4" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/last-monday-2a542a0e565"> <div> <div> <h2>Last Monday</h2> <div><h3>Life ended last week, but that’s okay</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*5Sx8xdcfAzbQLUE_)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id=

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That’s Life

Words are to wishes As doorknobs are to secrets

A boy sends flowers While the girl runs away

A man floats on hope His brother hides and dies

Belief keeps us In the game

Fear shackles this day To our yesterdays

The first step taken Is another journey’s last

Death fades Babies cry

A mother’s milk Desiccates

We wish for words To free our secrets

But we don’t have The talent

That’s life And death

Which is first Doesn’t matter

Show up Stay or don’t

One man’s Fortune

Can be another man’s misfortune

Or blessing Your choice

Struggle, suffer Or choose joy

Live or die

Deal with it It’s all you can do

_________________________ Michael Ritoch plays at being a poet/writer. He finds joy in his wife, two daughters, cats, one is really fat and the other is neurotic, reading philosophy written by old dead guys, and his friends. He writes about leadership, pain, life, suffering, and whatever comes to mind.