AN OLD POEM

Here's a poem that i want to share with you guys; I've found this on my book "The Girls Guide to Hunting and Fishing" by Melissa Bank, which i haven't finished reading yet, this poem made me realize some things about life, it is quite similar with the Art of Letting go, here it goes;

ONE ART
by Elizabeth Bishop

The Art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with intent
to be lost that their lost 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 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 to hard to master
though it may look like (write it) like disaster.