Walk On

Walk on

with a pocketful of Maynards Wine Gums.

Walk on

with hope in your heart,

a twinkle in your thigh,

some change in your pocket

and charge on your phone.

Walk on

in clean underpants

(in case you get hit by a bus

but don't you put a clean pair on

every day, anyway?

I really do hope so).

Walk on

until you reach your destination.

Walk on

until you reach the railway station,

then, when you're on the train,

walk up and down each carriage

until people start to complain.

Walk up hill

and down Dale Cooper's twin peaks.

Walk for a year

or just a couple of veeks.

Walk on

during the hour of lunch.

Walk off 

your beefy Monster Munch.

Walk early in the morning.

Walk last thing at night.

Walk into the darkness.

Walk towards the light...

B.R. 16/12/2020

The principal characters in The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie (directed by Luis Buñuel, 1972) walk on in the hope of finding a roadside hostelry where they can enjoy a spot of lunch...
is that too much to ask for?