When memories of the pain arise I remember love.  A common urchin searching out a future I never had a chance to have hiding in alleys, sleeping in stairwells, alcoves, on park benches.  I can never forget yet my eyes are to hurt to see, mind to busy to remember.  But that does not mean there is not hope.  It's found in the little things; connection, knowledge of another, understanding, depth.  Joy in another is joy in myself.  In another's hope I find complete elation.  I guess there are certain things that can't be substituted for and people are one of them.  Drive, man, DRIVE!!!  Success is a small step in a long journey.  At the corner of ambition and will stands a sign that screams SUCCESS!!!  When your boots are dirty let me clean them.  After the work is done sweet elation.  We're all different though so alike, our past indicating