Wolfgang Dean lives in a world of wonder
created by his ancestor's thunder
He's far from knowing just what went wrong
he'll think alot of this as time goes on
He lives in a hut not far from the ocean
and lives a life less love with pent up emotion
He spends his days fishing and hunting for food
fish and game are scarce but he keeps an up mood
He has an RCA TV and an EMERSON VCR
he looks at them in wonder of what they really are
He has a Panasonic radio and shortwave receiver
He's plopped in the batteries and heard nothing... No Johnny Fever
He has a portable CD player and keeps it whalen
he has lots of CD'S but he loves that VanHalen
Wolfgang had a cousin his name was Eddie Dean
he disappeared in another story if you know what I mean
He reads lots of books mostly by Stephen King
and a story by a man who spoke of a glass ring
He wonders who were his parents and where are they now
and where did he come from and for that matter how
He often wonders what happened to the time that's gone by
and sits up late at night and tries not to cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem