Watching the ice melt, <br />in my whisky glass. <br />Wondering in my drunken state <br />'Who can I ask? ' <br />The question's that surround and drown me all the time. <br />But I figure it can wait... <br />'Hell I'll be fine..' <br /> <br />The sun hit's my face, <br />through the window. <br />The ray's they wake me and then I know. <br />Another day to face, <br />in this world with it's hectic pace. <br />All the time. <br />But.. <br />'Hell I'll be fine...' <br /> <br />I'll be fine when the whisky is poured. <br />I'll be fine in this life of mine flawed. <br />I'll be fine when I hear your voice. <br />'Hell I'll be fine.....I have no choice.'<br /><br />David Daykin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ll-be-fine-2/
