Orphans Money

(This is a fictional poem) I walked outside on Christmas morning and found a hundred dollar bill. I later learned that the money I found was supposed to go to orphans and I felt ill. When I found the money, I gave it to my landlord and I was pretty sure that he wouldn't return it. He said he's keeping the money because he earned it. Two days later he died of a heart attack. Some say it was a punishment for not giving the money back. I sold an antique and got two hundred dollars. I gave it to the orphans and they cheered and hollered. I gave the orphans money to my landlord and I feel terrible because of what I did. But I also feel happy because I was able to make it up to these kids.