Just A Biker

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I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery
store line. But you didn’t see me put an extra $10.00
in the collection plate last Sunday.
I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each
other on the sidewalk. But you didn’t see me playing
Santa at the local mall.

I saw you change your mind about going into the
restaurant when you saw my bike parked out front.
But you didn’t see me attending a meeting to raise
more money for the hurricane relief.

I saw you roll up your window and shake your head
when I rode by. But you didn’t see me riding behind
you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children.
But you didn’t see me, when I took time off from work
to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you stare at my long hair. But you didn’t see me
and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you roll your eyes at our leather jackets and
gloves. But you didn’t see me and my brothers donate
our old ones to those that had none.

I saw you look in fright at my tattoos. But you didn’t
see me cry as my children where born or have their
name written over and in my heart.

I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go
somewhere. But you didn’t see me going home to be with my family.

I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes
can be. But you didn’t see me when you were changing
the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you yelling at your kids in the car. But you
didn’t see me pat my child’s hands knowing she was safe behind me.

I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove
down the road. But you didn’t see me squeeze my wife’s
leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you race down the road in the rain. But you
didn’t see me get soaked to the skin so my son could
have the car to go on his date.

I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few
minutes of time. But you didn’t see me trying to turn right.

I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in
the lane I was in. But you didn’t see me leave the road.

I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to
pass. But you didn’t see me. I wasn’t there.
                        
I saw you go home to your family. But you didn’t
see me. Because I died that day you cut me off.

I was just a biker. A person with friends and a
family. But you didn’t see me.
                          

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2 Responses to “Just A Biker”

  1. VERY POWERFUL!!!

    I made a copy of it and am going to save it.

    That last part hits like a ton of bricks….

    DL

    PS/ Just curious… This is not YOUR usual blog message or comment. What prompted this?

  2. denisemcd Says:

    oooh, I like that! (and I don’t just mean the pic :-P)

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