Happiness by Carl Sandburg
Today I continued helping my mother inventory all her books. She had a copy of Carl Sandburg’s Chicago Poems, which I promptly commandeered. She doesn’t read much poetry anyway!
Happiness
By Carl Sandburg
I asked professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me what is happiness.
And I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands of men.
They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though I was trying to fool with them.
And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along the Desplaines river
And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with their women and children and a keg of beer and an accordion.
