You Didn’t See Me

YOU DIDN’T SEE ME…

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. And 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 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 when I patted 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 daughter could have the car to go on her 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. But, I was also a person with friends and a family. But you didn’t see me. I saw you when you grieved a little while reading about the accident. But, You didn’t see me for I was just a biker.

I saw you at my funeral. But you didn’t see me looking down from heaven. I was Forgiving you although my wife is now all alone and my daughters will never know their father.

Yes, you didn’t see me!

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  1. //

    good stuff and very true…I remember over the summer seeing a young man get killed on a motorcycle…:(

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