Same as the last one, just different poems
The World is no longer Yours
The world is longer yours
You had a good run
You did your best
You spread across the land grew in number and variety
Then the sky heralded the end
A shooting star ended your reign
Winter fell, the world changed, but you could not
The small scurrying creatures thrived.
The world is longer yours
You stood upright, heavy of brow, square of shoulder
From trees to the cave, you have conquered this land
You made tools, you made fire
But now there are others, smaller but smarter
More cunning, more dangerous, they want to replace you
By breeding or murder, they will supplant you
The world is theirs, you are extinct.
The world is no longer yours
You mastered the world, conquered nature and stretched outwards
The clouds were passed, the sky left behind
The atom, the moon and the lightning all bound to your will
But now, like all who came before, you fear the future
Is is to be a virus, to cut a swath through you all
Will you turn your world desolate, unliveable by you and yours
Or will you create your successors, replaced by your mechanical children
Who knows, you had a good run, but all races come to the finish line.
Magic
Where is the magic?
Where is the magic in the everyday life?
Where is the magic in our monotonous strife?
Where is the magic, stuck in a traffic jam?
Where is the magic in a sandwich with ham?
Where is the magic in the grey cloudy sky?
Where is the magic? I hear you cry.
The magic is in the rising sun
The magic is there when we’re all having fun
The magic is there in that traffic jame
The magic that lets you dream when you can
The magic is in the shapes in the sky
The magic is in your mind, with which you can ask why
A Munky on Merseyside 
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