Happiness by Carl Sandburg
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 accordian.
This poem was selected by Russell J. (Adult Services Librarian)