The Biker

I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.
But, you didn’t see me, put an extra $100.00 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 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 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, 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 a 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.

Anon


Andrew Gordon

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A friend of mine sent me this and I thought I would share it with you.

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About Andrew Gordon

Hi, my name is Andrew. I have a vivid faIse memory of Satanic rituals at daycare and alien probes whilst I slept. I now have a keen interest in motorcycles, photography & typography. I hope you enjoy wearing my art, as much as I enjoyed designing it.

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Comments

  • PhotogeniquE IPA
    PhotogeniquE IPAover 2 years ago

    Yes….. what more to say? Nothing.

  • SunnieGal
    SunnieGalabout 2 years ago

    Beautiful piece and so appropriate for what can happen when the road is dominated, not shared patiently. Poignant work that changes people’s viewpoint.

    Thank you for sharing it.

  • Thanks for your thoughts… if only more road users would read this

    – Andrew Gordon