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.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
This is a poem that I found from the book Girls Guide To Hunting And Fishing from Melissa Bank. A poem which I found also in the movie In Her Shoes is also taken from a novel the same title written by Jennifer Weiner. A poem which I think very deep meaning. Because almost everyone always was afraid to lose, regardless of its form. The poem is also significant because it implies in a bond of friendship. However people beloved is more valuable than any object.
