(Granddad, tell the tale!
Tell the tale once again!)
Once upon a time,
It all began like this:
During my Passover
Through the corridors of eternity
I opened the gates of transaction
Into the Danish educational system
At Frederiksberg Gymnasium …
(Granddad, what happened next?)
It was a brief encounter
And soon time closed the gates
And I lost the strand of my tale.
Perhaps, somewhere in Denmark
There is a faint glimmer of the echoes.
But now I am tired,
I must go to sleep …
(Granddad, what did you see?)
The boys were nice;
The girls were sweet.
But one thing I never learnt
Was the way they argued -
Always in the wrong
To get the right answers
(Granddad, is it true?)
Perhaps, it is a dream
As all dreams are
Always forgotten with the dreamer
But are we not all dreamers?
(It's a shame! Granddad, you need some rest.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem