closing the book

all stories end leaving the future blank
each reader shapes their thought into the tale
not thinking of just whom they ought to thank

who keeps their money in a secure bank
frets not at all about purchase or sale
all stories end leaving the future blank

i hear the apparatus creak and clank
folk seem to hang upon a rusty nail
not thinking of just whom they ought to thank

the world we make's not dull dreary or dank
we are the heroes and we shall not fail
all stories end leaving the future blank

when demons fall into the purging tank
people just stand in silence by the rail
not thinking of just whom they ought to thank

the millions seem to pass us rank by rank
safe from the heat and sheltered from the gale
all stories end leaving the future blank
not thinking of just whom they ought to thank