AIGHT SO I WAS WATCHING THE MOVIE IN HER SHOES. EXCELLENT FLICK I WILL ADMIT. PLUS CAMERON DIAZ IN A THONG IS JUST SMOKING HOT!!!! BUT IN THE MOVIE SHE READS THIS POEM, AND IT ABOUT MADE ME GET ALL WEEPY. CURRENT SITUATION IT JUST SEEMS FITTING. SO ENJOY. PEACE OUT AND SHIT.-BILL. P.S. NAKED AND GOT ME SOME!!!!!
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 these will bring disaster. I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three beloved 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!) a disaster.
Elizabeth Bishop
