“JUST A BIKER”

I saw you; hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.

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.

You didn't see me; playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you; change your mind about going into the restaurant.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

You didn't see me; cry as my children were born and having their name tattooed
 on my skin and in my heart.

I saw you; change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

You didn't see me; leave the road.

I saw you; waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.

You didn't see me; I wasn't there.

I saw you go home to your family.

You didn't see me, because I died that day you cut me off.

To you I was just a biker, not a person with a family and friends.

You didn't see me; and now they will never see me again.