Hulking masses of metal in the sky
You fly by every day
Sometimes I spot the gray letters on your side
I can read them from the ground
F-R-O-N-T-I-E-R, I used to live on the frontier
I’ve been stuck in Middle America
A day closer to middle-aged
I’m in the midst of committing
More years of my middle ages
To writing meaningful pages
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