The Red Man (Den Røde Mand)

A poem I wrote a few years ago. The original language is Danish and I include it below the translated version.

The Red Man

 

I walk through the gate, and on the street, stool lay

I say “hi” to the sweeper I know so well,

and set out on my little journey

 

I walk to the road and stop.

The red man on the other side stands so still

 

In a glimpse he disappears, while his green brother takes his place

 

Many walk, but I am still

For between the crowd is a blue dot

I see a yellow van race by,

And at last I can walk

 

But alas, the red man stands still yet again

Den Røde Mand

 

Jeg går ud af min port, og ser på gaden en lort

Jeg siger “Hej” til fejemanden som jeg kender så godt,

og atter sætter ud på mit lille togt

 

Går hen til vejen og stopper.

Den røde mand på den anden side står så stille

 

Med et forsvinder han, mens hans grønne bror tager hans plads

 

Mange går over, men jeg står stille

For mellem mylderet er en blå prik

Jeg ser en gul vogn race forbi,

og endelig kan jeg gå

 

Men ak, den røde mand står atter stille på den anden side

Author's Note

This is quite an old poem, but do give me your interpretation.