Hung On Poem by Ragy Sandid

A call came that day
Others told me you were the best
That was the way
I believed all the rest

Since then a little more
Was all that's needed
More than before
And I superseded

So work with the mighties I did
And work with the lowlies
Hard as I tried I never put my bid
Hung on to days rather slowly

Days hang on to some
Let others go with the tide
Brand some with pride's crumb
Others pride by setting aside

The call that came dazing comes
Voices sound old to a sole ear
Wisdom? Vintage? Lonesome?
Which one makes one a career?