You didn't see me!

But, 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 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 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. Because, I
died that day you cut me off.

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

In memory of Chris Condon. RIP Brother.
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This made me think of the annual Toys For Tots bike run here... it's a beautiful thing to see. Sorry to hear it, Leck.

I should state the poem isn't my work, the author is unknown.
Chris was a fellow Patriot Guard Rider who died over the weekend riding to a mission for a fallen soldier's funeral.

That is so unfortunate. Is the PGR going to set up a place to send donations to the family? If so, let us all know.

This brought tears to my eyes. A lovely tribute and a touching reminder that, before it's too late, we must honor and respect and treasure the lives around us. Every single human is just that, human, and shouldn't be marginalized or discarded.

We gotta try.

From the thread: located here


The Family has asked in lieu of flowers, that you contribute to the Condon Family Fund in c/o of:
Lakeside Community Bank
43850 Schoenherr rd.
Sterling Hgts, Michigan 48313

Thanks Leck.

Oo, I thought this was about a stalker.

This is not the thread to be a smartass in.
If you want to do that , fine , please do it in a different thread.

Thank you.