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 everyday. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent
the art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice fuerther, 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 evident
the art of losing is not hard to master
though it may look like ... like disaster.