Some train poetry

Cruising through life’s several bright shiny mornings,
I sit and ponder,
What would it be without those precious loved once I wonder?
Those moments filled with laughter, chuckles and friendly banter,
For all the efforts put in, the pat on the back was all that really mattered,
Every hand that I caught and every tear that I shared,
Every one of them who really cared,
All bundled up together was my box of pure joy.