The Biker

[kokman]

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 outside the Store as I walked in.

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 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.

EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE US, RESPECT OUR RIGHTS TO RIDE WHAT WE CHOOSE AND TAKE A FEW EXTRA SECONDS TO BE SURE WE'RE NOT IN 'YOUR' WAY SO THAT WE CAN ALSO GET HOME TO OUR FAMILY AND OUR KIDS.

[HellCrow]

Nice one dude

[Frog]

Nice find, but.. it's a repost

Biker Blues, par Manson.V, à lire...

Mr. Manson V. told me it was written by a member of his family, father in law or something like that, still, it's something worth being read

I'm glad it's making it's way around the web

[RickRR]

Good post Mr D !