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The Death of the Postscript

A poem by Beverly Stock.

An afterthought, just at the end.

After you write, before you send.

The last hurrah, or the last word,

Perhaps something you overheard?

A thought after the letter signed,

More poignant than the first full line?

Measuring words and so tight-lipped,

Then gushing through a long postscript.

“P.S.” is used by everyone,

For thoughts after the writing’s done.

We’re letter writing less, not more,

E-mail’s our new ambassador.

Icons and quaint emojis too,

Each meme or symbol is a clue.

When writing, so that you’re equipped,

BTW is today’s Postscript.


Beverly Stock is an American poet who delights in creating poetry that asks big questions about small moments, and inspires readers to revisit the little memories we so often overlook. Her work has been published by The Society of Classical Poets, The Chained Muse, Persimmon Tree, and LightenUp Online, in the UK. Visit and BeverlyStockPoetry on Facebook.

The Death of the Postscript

© 2021 Beverly Stock

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