I am older than the country where I rant,
People cannot call me an immigrant
I am older than the chants.

I did not ask, I did not land,
I came here in a nutshell and
Counted what was earned when I lost.

Unlike others, at night : I live twice as much.
After a certain age, one becomes like that,
Difficult to please, difficult as such.

I can wait and so can almost all of you,
That is, except the cherished one,
The lord has her circumstances.

Image credit : Henri Cartier-Bresson