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 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 this 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, that 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, it may look like, look like, say it, like disaster