I'Ll Be Fine... Poem by David Daykin

Watching the ice melt,
in my whisky glass.
Wondering in my drunken state
'Who can I ask? '
The question's that surround and drown me all the time.
But I figure it can wait...
'Hell I'll be fine..'

The sun hit's my face,
through the window.
The ray's they wake me and then I know.
Another day to face,
in this world with it's hectic pace.
All the time.
But..
'Hell I'll be fine...'

I'll be fine when the whisky is poured.
I'll be fine in this life of mine flawed.
I'll be fine when I hear your voice.
'Hell I'll be fine.....I have no choice.'