I wanted to be happy.
I worked for it in vain,
for happiness is not the goal,
and, so I tried again.
I wanted to be helpful.
And, so I got involved.
I felt inside an inner pride.
My problem had been solved.
For joy comes through service.
Improved through constant prayer.
Serving others serves Him best
and happiness is there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem