Comments about Jackie Allen
Time of Reckoning
Yesterday, he fell into a vat of self
pity, and with intent, stirred up the past...
drank of its bitter wine...
a pathetic, defeated man.
O, morning sun, be thou his true witness...
The hour of reckoning is knocking at
his door...He asks if life‘s rhyme is but a ruse,
and he but a pale shadow?