I loved you, and I probably still do
And for a while the feeling may remain
But let my love no longer trouble you,
I do not wish to cause you any pain.
I loved you, and the hopelessness I knew,
The jealousy, the shyness though in vain
Made up a love so tender and so true
As God may grant you to be loved again.
David Harden is a father of four and married to a great woman (and of course to the children too). He enjoys reading mysteries of past civilizations. He also enjoys writing poetry, prose, and short stories. He hopes that one day someone will read his work and offer to publish it for “big bucks.” Until then he’ll settle for the Almanac. David thinks maybe if we stopped being “Human Doings” and became “Human Beings,” we would have time for ourselves and others as well.