DEBITS AND CREDITS

The hour has come, all things must end;
Shut commerce down by master plan;
Our memory, your dividend.

Archangel tympanums portend
A reckoning upon the clan;
The hour has come, all things must end.

Compute the sums you had to lend,
Balance the ledger while you can;
Our memory, your dividend.

Think hard as nails and comprehend;
The glass was full but fast it ran;
The hour has come; all things must end.

Toward closing time all timers tend;
Paid up the trades you once began;
Our memory, your dividend.

You suffered rather than offend;
Took less, gave more to every man;
The hour has come, all things must end;
Our memory, your dividend.

---Troxey Kemper, Los Angeles, CA