A Biker's Poem

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A Biker's Poem
by piscesgryl at 8/2/2007 2:18:29 PM

For motorcycle riders, and those that used to ride, more importantly for those who don't; for all who know motorcycle riders :

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 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 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 talking on your cell phone and drifted into my lane.

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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I'm posting this Biker Poem in hopes that you will take the time to understand the biker community, what you've just read above, and to be aware of us on the road.

I personally donate many, many dollars, miles and time each year for not only the children of my community but other communities throughout the United States, the veterans, adopting families at Christmastime. I participate in rides for the Sierra Vista Children Center, abused children, blind, cancer and diabetes charities, as well as the policemen who have fallen in the line of duty. My favorite charity [outside of the Vietnam Veterans] is HORSEPLAY, a therapeutic riding environment for children with all kinds of disabilities where I donate my time as well as money to enrich the lives of these special youngsters. And please . . .

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