One Art

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
at lost door keys, the hour badly spent
The art of losing isn't hard to master

Then practise 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 homes went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master

I lost 2 cities, lovely ones. And vaster,
some realms I owned, 2 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 hard to master though it may look like (write it!) like disaster-




Zy's note:
got this poem from the story book: In Her shoes (shall skip the reference part hohohoho)....
and yaya... thank you Ms Ami (lb's new nick derived from the tee she wore yesterday heh heh..) for helping me to copy this poem out in popular bookstore(cos my copy skill sucks...hahaha and almost kana charge for copyrighting hahaha~ dont give a damn since it's less than a page..dont think they can charge us also...
but anyway hope you guys will like this poem too..find it rather meaningful :)