Mighty

In shame,

I put my driver's license away

and blinked my eyes hard

to keep the tears at bay.

I felt caught in a web,

because the truth was told.

I'd been transformed from

mighty youth to mighty old.

I paid for the wine,

and made a fast escape.

I couldn't wait to drown

in fermented grape.

For this had been

a horrible day for me.

The clerk didn't ask,

'May I see your I-D?'