Welcome to Poetic Licence 鈥� a weekly poetry forum, hosted by us, featuring words by local poets. This week? Max Roytenberg.
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Dying Light
We see each other dearer in the softly dying light,
Gentler touches to the senses, rougher edges fade from sight,
Our words are more like music, so much softer on the ears,
Our hands are clasping tighter, braver steps with fewer fears.
Our minds are now much keener for remembering every kiss,
Old wounds are disappearing, all forgiven, steps amiss,
Our hopes of future sharing now persisting ever-bright ,
We see each other golden in the swiftly dying light.
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, 82, was born in Winnipeg. His career has spanned the civil service, the supermarket business, agricultural marketing consulting in Africa, Asia and North, Central and South America, private business, financial counselling, and work as a lobbyist. After retiring, he spent almost 10 years in Ireland, where he began his writing career. He has published six books of poetry along with many magazine articles. He lives with his wife in Vancouver.
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