I am remembered every place I leave, <br />I stain other people’s lives <br />with shades of sorrow, streaks of joy, <br />torture devices and other toys <br />abandoned <br />like a thousand yesterdays. <br />I’m the drop of mud <br />you wipe away.<br /><br />Jesse Ellsbury<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/torture-devices-and-other-toys/
