By Joan E. Wilson

As promised yesterday, here is the poem relating to the last incident described in the story.

And thank you to Chris Johnson who placed the lovely comment on the website. Yes, Chris, there are still many, many, honest people about, and not just us Caymanians.

WHAT A FIND

By Joan (Watler) Wilson

.

I
walked through town a few days ago

Passing
thousands of people I didn't even know

Not
one person did I recognize no one at all

'Til
I passed the Court building and heard a call.

“A
you Miss Jo, now way you going this mornin'?

Wah
happin to your car how come yuh walkin'?”

“Oh
hello,” I said to this old friend of mine.

“I
haven't seen you in a long long time.”

“Ah,
my child I okay, yuh nuh. I not too bad,

But the news I hearin' makes me feel so sad.”

.

“What's
that?” I asked, “What have you heard?”

She
said her friend had lost all his money he had earned,

For
one weeks work and it was all he had but he lost it today.

“I'm
sorry to hear this.” What else could I say?

I
continued my walk however to the Tower Building.

Did
what I had to do and was quickly returning,

I
mean, I had to almost walk in the middle of the street

There
were thousands of people milling around my feet.

So
many as well were sitting on the sidewalk

In the shade of the bank they all sat to talk.

.

And
in front of the bank where they all sat around

I
spotted an envelope lying on the ground.

No
one seemed to notice so I quickly picked it up

Said
nothing to no one in case I'd interrupt.

I
continued walking and wondering about my find

Can
you imagine what was going through my mind?

I
didn't open the envelope 'til i got where I was going

I
was certainly curious but really not knowing

What
might be the contents the guess was anybody's

One thing i knew for certain - it was somebody's.

.

So
here goes - I opened it and much to my surprise

I
had a job believing what was before my eyes.

Money
– money. Lots and lots of cash.

Wow - now me and my friends could have a big splash.

.

But
what about the poor soul who'd lost the money?

Having
lost a weeks earnings wasn't very funny.

So
I did the right thing I advertised my find

If
the owner could identify it would ease my mind.

So
advertise I did and you can believe it or not

The amount of phone calls in ten minutes I got.

.

From
persons all claiming and hoping against hope

That
I'd found their money in an envelope

But
the description they gave didn't fit the bills

And
they were so sad when i said it wasn't theirs.

Hour
after hour desperate voices kept calling

Hoping
and praying it was their money I was holding.

Then that evening as I sat watching 'Days of our Lives’

I
got another call and much to my surprise

Not
only was the caller accurate but I was satisfied

He
was the owner of the envelope and the cash inside.

END

FOOTNOTE: And much to my surprise, I got a gift from the owner of the money - one I treasure to this day.