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Rambles
By P.G. Ramblings
Being a biker isn't
easy... and then there are the drivers
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
shopping centre.
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 charity.
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 were born
and have their names 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.
MAY is motorcycle awareness
month. Please pass this on for your friends who
ride or who may have known someone who died while
riding
Anon
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