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“I wish I was sixty-five again,” I whined,
in my seventies.
“I know what you mean,”
Pa agreed,
pushing ninety-nine.
“I wish I was eighty-five again.”
This poem first appeared in Talking Stick (2020).
Used here with permission.
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Peggy Trojan, after a career of teaching English, retired to the north woods of Wisconsin. There, she and her husband, David, with the help of family, built a house next to a trout stream. Peggy stays busy writing and making jam from the raspberry patch she carefully and lovingly tends. Peggy is a member of the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets, and is the author of two full-length poetry collections and six chapbooks. Learn more about her here.
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Anastasia:
We always want to be some other age!
Posted 11/21/2023 08:49 PM
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Jancan:
Short and meaningful
Posted 10/01/2023 05:02 PM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
I love this witty wise adorable poem. Love how Peggy captures the irony of aging. I always said I would never grow older than 28. That was decades ago.
Posted 10/01/2023 12:50 PM
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peggy.turnbull:
This poem is wonderful!
Posted 10/01/2023 10:51 AM
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Lori Levy:
Funny!
Posted 10/01/2023 10:45 AM
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mail@schoolbusmart.com:
Cute! Oh, if only I could remember my age lol. Randy Mazie
Posted 10/01/2023 10:15 AM
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njc:
A great reminder at any age! Thanks, Peggy.
Posted 10/01/2023 09:51 AM
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cork:
I am 87 years old and looking forward to the future.
Posted 10/01/2023 09:33 AM
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David:
Hits the nail on the head as it tickles the funny bone!
Posted 10/01/2023 09:29 AM
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Wilda Morris:
Fun poem! Thank you, Peggy!
Posted 10/01/2023 08:53 AM
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HazelGrammie:
This so made me smile.
Posted 10/01/2023 08:47 AM
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KevinArnold:
Ah yes, along the same lines as the only woman who wants to be 98 is the one whos 97.
Posted 10/01/2023 08:40 AM
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Tom Sharpe:
Go back and have to make all those same mistakes again?
Posted 10/01/2023 08:17 AM
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