The Art of Losing

This is a beautiful poem that I heard in the movie " In her Shoes" - wouldn't talk too much abt the movie, coz it was a nice girlie flick, but I have seen better movies than that.... but what struck me in this poem, is what it states and how entirely different is the actual meaning....

One Art - 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 every day.

Accept the flusterof 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.

How easily does she speak of loss, yet how fake is the pretense....maybe that is how its is....a memory that you may choose to remember as one of the times that life takes you through....but you can never truly forget...as sometimes, no matter wat...a loss can never be truly made up for!