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 cyclone 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 who had none.
I saw you...
Look in fright and judgment at my tattoos.
But, you didn't see me cry as my children were born and have their names written over and over 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.
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Where did you get this ppoem?
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DeleteIt has been around for years. I am not sure of the author but it is great.
ReplyDeleteYeah, it is great. It was first published in Rolling Thunder, a small biker magazine in/around 2006. I don't know the author either,but it was written for my late husband and myself after our accident in 2004. I was hoping you knew who wrote it so I could thank them.
ReplyDeleteI wrote it after my uncle was killed, he was run over by a car and at the courthouse the driver kept say I didn't see him.
DeleteYou don't need to thank me. I sat in the parking lot and screaming and crying until I couldn't do either anymore. The poem was my way of grieving my uncle's loss.
Such a great poem.. but sad at the same time! They read this on the Jester run yesterday in Cottonwood Az. They said 14 different names of fallen bikers over the year as they rang a bell and presented a plaque to the families 😢 not a dry eye in the Legion
DeleteWOW!! I can't believe these comments. Yall are trying to take credit for a beautiful poem that WAS written by someone else. SMH
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