Another winter
is on the way,
how I wish summer
would just stay.
The long nights
will match my moods
while the dark days
serve only
as an interlude.
The fear inside
will start to build
as all my dreams
remain unfulfilled.
Another Winter
You're never too old to start again
The 50 year old poet 
A beautiful piece with a tad of melancholy.
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