‘Ripe Old Age.’ When I was young, probably 24 I dropped a banana skin on the lane floor. It hit with a thud and lay limp on the mud, I walked on by and thought of it no more. Later that day a lady passed on her way. She made for the path where the skin I did throw but trampled underfoot only a tip it did show. Blind to the danger she stepped on the skin and the next forty days the hospital lay in. One morning came and she didn’t awaken, my far flung banana a life it had taken. Now I am old and I’ve lost all my kin, but I’ll never forget when I dropped that dead skin.