My Last Walk

How many miles left? I asked the bucolic yokel sat on the edge of the milestone of life.

He puffed his pipe and looked me up and down

“Ah, you’re here” he said, “but have the sense to wait, you have to go in pairs”

“No, no, I am just out on a walk,”  I say.

He shook his head, “Got to be judged in pairs, to balance things out.

“Ah, here come some others.” He gave me a wink

“You got to be judged in pairs, One up one down. That seems fair, don’t it?”

I was just about to say “That’s not fair at all” when I saw that a group of three were approaching a man and two women.”

The old yokel winked at me “There yer go, you got a two to one on chance of going up or down with a pretty girl; and one of them’s a former Miss World…from Argentina, you can dance can’t you?”

“The alternative is I’ll get the guy.” I muttered.

“I expect he’ll tell you of all the scams that are possible wherever you’re going…but I agree, I would’ve fancied the blonde myself, but I’ve already made my mind up about you.”

“How did you manage that?” I asked.

“You’re very open, I sense your potential. You have the synergy to get on with anyone, even me.  They haven’t seen you yet, so just sit quietly over there so as they don’t notice you.”

So I tiptoed to one side, sat beside a bush and breathed in the beautiful scented air of heaven that was drifting toward me, and hoped I would be dancing the tango in paradise.