A well worked out poem on the theme of regret on arrival. However, the immigrant is the modern equivalent of the pioneer of old - there is that true grit that overrides albeit truly experienced regret. What he thrives on are survival principles in an emotional desert: gone the old familiar sights and sounds. His priorities are focused - to study, to get a job - in the teeth of an unfamiliar culture and its people. The immigrant is the most industrious element of society - his fulfilment is in work, not being a layabout, since there is nothing for him outside work, as is the case with the indigenous population who might cursorily view him as a scrounger. He buries his homesickness in his study or work - sustaining the dream on pure survival principles, and making it; perhaps, inverting the dream to one that sees him return to his old home from time to time for a holiday, But it is in his children the immigrant can truly claim to have arrived, because they are at home.
