Epitaph in a Bookish Style
Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790)
(Like the cover of an old book
It's contents torn out
And stript of its lettering and gilding)
Lies here, food for worms.
But the work shall not be lost
For it will (as he believed) appear once more
In a new and more elegant edition
Revised and corrected
This poem is one of many published by the EServer, a nonprofit collective.