This short story was inspired by something that my younger brother decided to write among my house. I built the short story from there that was based off of the feeling that I got. I always seem to write about people who always seem to lose their minds by the end of a story. I hope the reader enjoys. Comments are open.

An elderly man is browsing a second hand bookshop when he discovers an inscription on the inside cover of Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Lost World.

Poetry.

He lived for 95 years, which is in itself a great feat, but how I will miss him.

About age, and the mind and body "going".

This is a poem I wrote about my mom, who is sadly suffering from dementia.

One of my friends published a poem called lost. Here, then, is my response:

They are intolerant and fixated in a world constantly globalizing.

I look in the mirror,
and wondered what is going,
anti- aged creams seem to working.

The lived reality of dementia following a stroke.