A sober looking beggar approached me on the streets of Bournemouth on a traditionally cold evening. He recited his past which involved heavy drug use of cocaine which is also referred to as ‘Aunt Nora and Snow White’ in street language. He expressed his bad choices in life and his path to change and betterment, which he said is the ‘hard’ option because his past calls his return every day after he left it and everything else. He lost his home and his family disowned his for his wrongdoings.
But now he lives a life of a beggar and a homeless with determination and await of that change. Change from a homeless life.

Could you take a few ‘secs’ to stop and listen please? 
I’d (a) ppriciate your help.

The day was cold and the night was young, 
But I don’t  remember the day and what I done, 
But done the day and the night, now I beg, beg to survive.

Oh! the day and damn the night,
The thick, thick night shine so bright in pride, 
Now I beg, beg to survive.

Awoke hot  or cold, I don’t know
So who really is the culprit of the show?
Aunt Nora and or Snow White?
If I remember, it’s a story I’ll tell, I might.

Aunt Nora gushing through my veins, 
And it is only me, solely me to blame,
So now I beg, beg to survive, in shame.

Then I felt like God,
Jesus Christ, could be, 
I repeated this crime,
A little too many times, maybe.

​But now done the day and the night,
Short I fall from every height, 
Because now I beg, beg to survive. ​​