A kind man paces down the corridor,
His thoughts the vastness of the springtime sky.
His heels clop dully on the polished floor;
As I approach, he casts a genial eye.
He knows me for himself in earlier days;
I see in him the years awaiting me.
The hallway windows let in morning rays
Attending our collegial colloquy.
My classroom–empty yet of this day’s din–
Begs entry of the future and the past:
The novice and the mentor enter in,
And one imparts the gifts from years amassed.
His work, the answer to the noble call
That summoned Plato, Buddha, Gandhi, all.