The art of losing isn’t hard to master;

so

many

things

seem

filled

with

the

intent

to

be

lost

that

their

loss

is

no

disaster

.

Lose something every day.

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

.

I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

--

even

losing

you

I

shan't

have

lied.

It's

evident

the art of losing's

not

too

hard

to

master

though

it

look

like

disaster.