Ruth Walters

The Art Of Losing - Poem by Ruth Walters

I would stroll, stubbornly along, po-faced,
hands in pockets, slight scowl, defiant, slouching.
Well after all I never won a race,
so my mind made up, I threw the towel in.
Nobody ever noticed me finish
it was a no brainer, I wasn't cool
they made me feel like a heap of rubbish
so I made losing an art while at school.

Yes, as a matter of fact, I was c.rap
there's no escaping the plain old fact
I couldn't chase after a pure mink cap
for my legs all wobbled, I was so fat!

Since then however I've discovered men
cook yourself slim and become a size ten!

Comments about The Art Of Losing by Ruth Walters

  • (2/28/2013 4:36:00 AM)

    Winning is not everything participating is far more important. Loved the last 2 lines. (Report) Reply

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  • Bri Edwards (2/17/2013 8:53:00 AM)

    i don't necessarily agree with b.a.'s comment below, that loosing[sic] is not a good thing at all. sometimes competing can be enough for some people, and i think there is an expression about too much success being a bad thing. other than that, i have more comments that i shall send as a message to the poetess. (Report) Reply

  • Babatunde Aremu (2/13/2013 9:55:00 PM)

    Nice poem. Loosing is not a good thing at all. You have succeeded in bringing to fore what we all experience individually. Great write. You can now read my poem titled Harmattan based on your poem about Feb in your country. See what it looks like in the tropics (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 11, 2013

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