My first post (and a biker poem, not mine)

Hello to everyone, signed up a few weeks ago, & am enjoying many of the
posts here. Shirley, plastics on the bar, this round is on me. Was
planning to keep lurking and learning before posting, but this poem was
sent to me today, and would like to post it for distribution by any
here who would like to do so.
If I'm not following some unknown protocol, apologies in advance, felt
it was important enuff to chance ruffling some feathers.
People driving vehicles and not seeing motorcyclists is a real problem.
Please consider forwarding this to everyone, and hopefully it will help
save a life, maybe even yours (or mine).
This had no title when I got it, but would respectfully suggest that it
could be called...

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 drove by.
But you didn't see me driving behind you when you flicked your
cigarette *** 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 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, I died that day you cut me off.

I was just a biker......A person with friends and a family.

Author unknown


I forwarded this to everyone in my list today. Thanks to the owner for
the forum, and the opportunity to learn/participate/contribute.

Railroad Bob
91 FXR (97 ci) 69 Bonniville (650 w/Mikunis) 72 B50MX BS (500 FSS)
(Alaska - Land of the Individual and Other Endangered Species)
it's everything... just to hear that guitar ring

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