The Loss

One's loss isn't hard to master;
Many things are filled with the intent
To be a loss and that loss is no disaster.

I lose something every day. I accept the angre
Of lost shoes, though a hour flys by.
One's loss isn't hard to master.

Then I practice losing less, but losing faster:
Jewelry, and makeup, and where it was last
Is no longer there. but none of this will bring disaster.

I lost my phone! And look! my last, or
Next-to-last, of 6 hours went by.
One's loss isn't hard to master.

I lost 2 countries, beautiful ones. And infinite,
Numbers or cities I owned,2 oceans, a continent.
I miss it dearly, but it wasn't a disaster.

Even losing love isn't hard to master
I shouldn't have lied. It's a disaster
One's losing's is not too hard to master.
Though it may look like a disaster.

The Loss
Tuesday, July 24, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: logic,loss
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