A Triumph of Many

There once was a cubicle farm
Where many would come to play
They would work oh so hard
From morning till end of the day

All busy making a difference
Each a unique role to do
So hectic all of their schedules
And lots of life to pursue

Managers busy managing
MA's making their calls
Lives being changed forever
Each day full of rises and falls

Sometimes there's too much to do
Some days just fly right by
Sometimes you feel like you matter
Others you just want to cry

For every challenge you encounter
There's a triumph of many
For every match that closes
There's new matches a plenty

You may wonder on any given day
What it is that we do
I've only a few words tell you
We're busy making dreams come true

So from one little cubicle way up front
When you're tired at the end of the day
Know you're making a difference for many
In your own unique and special way

~for my fellow BBBSMB cubicle goers~