Closing once, closing twice, closed

Number Three of the poem requests.

Not quite Nash perhaps (despite the ridiculously long third line), but a comic take on Dickinson none the less, and one I can't help feeling our man Ogden would have relished, if only for that final pun.

My life closed twice before its close
It yet remains to gauge
If the small business savings bank foreclose
My pizzeria's mortgage.

As huge, as hopeless to break even
As those I ran before
Toppings are all we know of heaven
And all we knead is dough.