The art of losing
Isn’t hard to master
I do it a bit every day
One day in a lifetime, gone
Another stuck in the mud
The intent is there to be lost
Or to escape into disaster
Tragedy, love-struck
By the intensity of what
Youth once felt like
The art of losing
Isn’t hard to master
I’ve tasted abandonment
As clearly as the
Hope of poverty for
A better life, the art of losing
Comes naturally to me
Not like failure but
Next-to-last, I’m a lover
Of underdogs at heart
It’s evident that empathy
Is an open wound
In a corrupt world like this one.
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Wuji Seshat 