The art of losing isn't hard to master; br so many things seem filled with the intent br to be lost that their loss is no disaster, br br Lose something every day. Accept the fluster br of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. br The art of losing isn't hard to master. br br Then practice losing farther, losing faster: br places, and names, and where it was you meant br to travel. None of these will bring disaster. br br I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or br next-to-last, of three loved houses went. br The art of losing isn't hard to master. br br I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, br some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. br I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster. br br - Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture br I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident br the art of losing's not too hard to master br though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.