The Armful

Robert Frost

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For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
And the whole pile is slipping, 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 in a better load.

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  • adriennemagana4

    Wow, really takes me back, I remember reading this poem in my younger days. It's amazing how much it still resonates with me. Always tryin to juggle too many things at once, ain't it just like life? Note to self: just gotta keep doing our best, even if it feels like everything's falling apart.