The
art
of
losing
isn't
hard
to
master;
so many things seem filled with the intent to be
lost THAT
their loss is not disaster.
lose something everyday.
accept the fluster of lost door keys,
the hour badly spent
the
art
of
losing
isn't
hard
to
master.
then practice losing
farther
losing faster
places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel.
none of these will bring disaster.
i lost my mother's watch.
and look!
my last,
or next-to-last,
of three loved houses went.
the
art
of
losing
isn't
hard
to
master.
i lost two cities,
lovely ones.
and vaster,
some realms i owned,
two rivers,
a continent.
i miss them,
but it wasn't
a disaster.
--even losing you,
(the joking voice,
a gesture i love)
i shan't have lied.
it's evident
the
art
of
losing
isn't
too
hard
to
master
though
it
may
look
like
(write
it!)
like
d
i
s
a
s
t
e
r