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david truman
June 2008 
A Good Man
Posted on Jun 18th, 2008
by 
Asha
Asha
This is a poem I wrote for my teacher, David Truman, when I first met him, 6 years ago. He taught me to love, to be myself, and to see the goodness in others. Thank you, David. Forever, I am much obliged to you.
To David Truman
I know a man
who makes flowers grow,
whose hands create warmth
even in snow.
He works in the garden,
planting young seeds
and with gentle caring
he dresses and feeds.
I know a man
whose music is sweet,
he brings joy to my heart
and dance to my feet.
I know a man
who beats on love's drums.
I've heard his song
and I have come.
I know a man
too lovely for me,
but he’s patient and gentle
so our friendship can be.
I love a man
and I'm glad that I do.
I love a good man
and that good man is you.
To David Truman
I know a man
who makes flowers grow,
whose hands create warmth
even in snow.
He works in the garden,
planting young seeds
and with gentle caring
he dresses and feeds.
I know a man
whose music is sweet,
he brings joy to my heart
and dance to my feet.
I know a man
who beats on love's drums.
I've heard his song
and I have come.
I know a man
too lovely for me,
but he’s patient and gentle
so our friendship can be.
I love a man
and I'm glad that I do.
I love a good man
and that good man is you.
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our teachers give us so much … and ive something small in return; just a simple act of grace and gratitude. Nice work!
Thank you Wanderer. You're right, our teachers give us so much. And in my case, for such a long time what he gave was mostly unrequited, because I wasn't spiritually mature enough to know the value and importance of giving back. I think that's often the case. But our teachers do deserve SO much gratitude for what they do for us.
Glad to meet you.