For every parcel I stoop down to seize <br />I lose some other off my arms and knees, <br />And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns -- <br />Extremes too hard to comprehend at once, <br />Yet nothing I should care to leave behind. <br />With all I have to hold with hand and mind <br />And heart, if need be, I will do my best <br />To keep their building balanced at my breast. <br />I crouch down to prevent them as they fall; <br />Then sit down in the middle of them all. <br />I had to drop the armful in the road <br />And try to stack them in a better load.<br /><br />Robert Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-armful/
