Happiness

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.

 

 

 

Sandburg, Carl. Chicago Poems. New York, N.Y.: Henry Holt, 1916.