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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Carl, loved it. Am about to publish a book titled ' Heal Yourself to Happiness' and would like to include your poem, with due credit, of course. I hope you are okay with that.