The Armiful Poem By Robert Frost
For every parcel I stoop down to seize,
I lose some other off my arnlS and knees,
And the whole pIle is shppIng, bottles, buns,
Extremes too hard to comprehend at once,
Yet nothIng I should care to leave behInd
WIth all I have to hold with, hand and mind
And heart, if need be, I wIll do my best
To keep theIr bUIlding balanced at my breast.
I crouch down to prevent them as they fall,
Then sit down in the mIddle of them all.
I had to drop the armful In the road
And try to stack them m a better load.