I found some money lying in the gutter
I picked it up and wondered what to do
With lots of reasons not to find the owner
I booked a trip to fly to Timbuktu
The guilt however made me feel quite awful
I turned up at the airport the next day
I gave my ticket to a migrant worker
And watched as he took it and flew away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem