By Then It Was Too Late

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By Then It Was Too LateThe air reeked of perfume, spilled Rose and sweatShe slipped in the other room, to freshen up a bitI shook a half-empty pack, jabbed a smoke in my mouthChecked her purse for a match, and a wedding ring fell outWar raged within me, between the soul and fleshCos honor and desire, don’t always meshBut by then it was too lateTo change what I had doneAll I could do is lie and sayI wasn’t the guilty oneForget the blame, forget the shameJust curse and call it fateOnly fools will let, bad luck become regretCos by then it was too lateHer shape filled up the shade, as she dressed by the beda shadow in a Chevrolet, saw her silhouetteHe drank Colt till he was loaded, then loaded his old ColtPlayed sad songs then quoted, Keith Whitley in his noteShe found him in the rocker on their porchShe was gonna ask him for a divorceBut by then it was too lateTo change what he had doneAll she could do is lie and sayshe wasn’t the guilty oneForget the blame, forget the shameJust curse and call it fateOnly fools will let, bad luck become regretCos by then it was too lateInstead of just forgiving, the sins of his wifeHe figgered his reason for living, was reason to take his lifeLast week I ran into her, and though I’d missed her wild touchPart of me’s scared of a girl, that a man could love that muchBut she poured a drink and pulled the shadePoured outta that dress and by then it was too lateBy then it was too lateBy then it was too late…©2007 Robert George