One Art, a favourite of mine

One Art      - by Elizabeth Bishop

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 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 beloved houses went. 

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely one. 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 one of my all-time favourite poems. 
It is likely that I would have never stumbled across it, if it were not for the movie "In Her Shoes", very happy that I have though.

Such an honest poem, with unpretentious words, and bursting with feelings, yet not dripping with sopping emotions. 
It is what it is, we lose things everyday; time, material things, earthly things, trust, and people we loved.
This doesn't necessarily mean that our world should come to a halt.

Appreciate the art of losing, and keep the things or people lost, in your heart, with a fond memory.