Motorcycle Awareness

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 pavement.
But, you didn't see me, playing Santa at the local shopping centre.

I saw you, change your mind about going into the burger bar.
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 rode by.
But, you didn't see me, riding behind you when you flicked your cig 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 hospice.

I saw you, stare at my long greasy hair.
But, you didn't see me, and my friends cut ten inches off for Red Nose Day.

I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather jackets and gloves.
But, you didn't see me, donate my old jackets 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 girls 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 amber 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 behind you.

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.


But you did see the hearse that carried me.