Just A Short Story.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Just A short Story....this weekend

quite a year ago
I went to a convention in Rome
many many colleagues I have met,
one by one they say they are professors

I started to think:
am I the only lecturer?

almost everyone was a professor, decent men they were all

coming home from my convention
my dear husband
said to me, "Yes! "
please tell me about your conference week
certainly as much experience to "leak"

I told him there was a very nice colleague
certainly one decade younger than me
but she's already a professor!
it's a shame she doesn't speak english very well
and I can't tell her in Italian
but I invited her to come here

she immediately said yes to me
because she liked a real Dutch atmosphere

the Dutch cheese and cozy windmills
she heard that the Dutch could be so down to earth,

I picked her up from the airport
she was a professor, of course
I'll ask her which university she is affiliated with.

her visit was a certainly a great success
and I've learned a lesson
in Italy and France all teachers are called professors

therefore in my opinion
there were too many professors for one university,
so you see, never too old to learn

my dear husband only knew then,

when the visit from Bari came....


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Sunday 11 Oct 2020