Short Term Memory Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

Short term memory lingers
To be added as a part of the longer term,
Even the grip of the fingers
Could cue about a short term of being firm,
Not all can be stacked,
There are some to be slacked,
The stacked would be long,
The slacked needn't be taken lorn,
As certain things inevitably perish
We'd still be left with something to cherish,
Do not dig up the crumbled well,
Let it slither while you treasure your jewel.