THE BIKER
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 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 were 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.