Poem by Carl Sandburg

Happiness

I asked the 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.

1. A Father to His Son
2. Lost
3. Summer Stars
4. Jazz Fantasia
5. Killers

Ella Wilcox Happiness ("There are so many little things which make life beautiful")

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