How was your walk today?
Did the gravel feel the same?
Did the wind still know your name?
Did the sun show up on time?
I took the long way past the store
Same cracked sidewalk, same old chore
My knees complained, my breath was thin
But I waved at Joe, he waved me in
The kids were loud behind the fence
I smiled, but kept my distance
I used to chase that kind of noise
Now I just nod and miss my boys
I stopped to rest beneath that tree
The one that used to shelter me
Back when I ran, back when I fought
Now I just sit and gather thought
The mail was late, the dog was out
The neighbor’s truck still makes that sound
I counted steps, I counted years
And tried to blink away the tears
How was your walk today?
Did you feel the ground beneath your pride?
Did you hear the silence talk?
Did you let the past just ride?
How was your walk today?
Did you make it all the way?
Even if you stopped to breathe
You still moved, and that’s the key
I saw a girl with purple hair
She smiled like she didn’t care
I used to be that kind of bold
Now I just hope I’m growing old
I passed the diner, smelled the fries
Thought of Ruth and her apple pies
She’s been gone ten years this fall
But I still hear her when I call
I don’t need medals, don’t need praise
Just someone asking how I’m made
I’m stitched with walks, with quiet tries
With stubborn feet and cloudy skies
So if you ask me how I am
Don’t wait for me to make a plan
Just sit with me and let me say
How was your walk today?
How was your walk today?
Did you feel the ground beneath your pride?
Did you hear the silence talk?
Did you let the past just ride?
How was your walk today?
Did you make it all the way?
Even if you stopped to breathe
You still moved, and that’s the key
I took the long way home again
And I’d do it all the same


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How Was Your Walk

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


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I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

How Was Your Walk

Edwin Balder