Here’s a poem which appears in my book Pick it up and Read:
Sonnet on a Line from Frost
There is a singer everyone has heard
who lived the fifties in the USA
and everyone whose hair is not yet gray
can sing his theme song like a mournful bird
Whenever someone disappears from view
to take a new job, move to a new home,
to bid farewell to a familiar realm,
someone will warble “Happy Trails to You”.
The drunken singer waving from the bar
remembers Roy and Dale who wave goodbye
The friends who watch the packed, departing car
are humming out their wishes with a sigh..
Even the final journey into death
will find the tune there on the skipping breath.