Just A Biker You Didn't See!
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.
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 drove by.
But you didn't see me driving 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 coats and gloves.
But you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves 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 and 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 he 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.
4 comments:
Very moving and thoughful Patty.
There's a Bike club near here and they do a lot of stuff for sick children, they have big collections and buy toys and other gifts. When the local Taxi's took the kids to the seaside for the day the bikers would ride shotgun along side.
I like this post Patty and the words and thought within, but I like you better for sharing it and I know that you are sincere in your post.
Hi Patty ~~ Great post that I have sent to my 53 year old son who bikes at weekends and does lots of the things mentioned - sick kids and Christmas toys etc. Thank you for posting this, I really enjoyed it.Thank you for sending Birthday wishes to Olive, who is amazing at 108. And thank you for concern for said son, John. I hope they got it all.I take Glucosamine and Fish Oil for Arthritis. I think they help a bit.Also liked the previous post
Take care Patty. Love, Merle.
Great post. My husband recently got a motorcycle, and I worry every time he takes it out. He also just joined the Patriot Guard (veteran riders who attend funerals of fallen soldiers-- they ride along the procession of cars to keep protesters away).
Hi again Patty ~~ Thank you for your visit and I am glad you had a lovely day. We have had a couple of really hot ones, but will be cooler tomorrow. I am sure glad John turned on my Cooler. Take care, Love, Merle.
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