As promised, this week’s Dichotomy delivers the second and last poem on stamp collecting I’ve written, The Last Stamp. I was driving into work one morning in 1998 when I remembered something Elvis Costello once said about record collecting. He said something to the effect that he’d grown tired of collecting records and that perhaps he’d acquired “the last record” in his collection. This seemed to me to be an interesting and somewhat poignant commentary on how things that used to mean so much to us at one time in our lives grow to mean very little to us as we get older. I started thinking about this in terms of my long-abandoned stamp collection and I scribbled out The Last Stamp before my workday started that morning.
I certainly will not claim that the following is great poetry, but I like it because in the space of a few lines, I feel like I captured a tiny part of my life.
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