None sense

Is this a good guess?
The idea that crosses
My mind, just briefly,
Flittingly with no hold
Or perch to make it fly.
The one that's tangible.
Can't quite make it home.
Rough or ready but not
Both, significantly less 
Dignified than the other
The hungrier tooth, older,
Adapting to this novelty
You did not expect. To
Ask for an explanation 
Where none is found is
Trying. It leaves your 
Mind guessing as mine
Did or does when facing
This kind of fork in a
Road so flat it flatters.

Luck

Lightning flash stops or pauses 
My heart as it pauses my tracks.
Lightning bounces off the metal.
Scaffold doesn't protect not even
From the wet. Draws lightning in
Pausing me in my path. Scary? Yes.
Lightning flashes come again. It's 
Not like the puddles I  can avoid.
Hear the boom and here it is again.
Lightning stops me in my tracks.
Yet I made it through. That's luck.

Beauty

You are a beautiful man.

You have been known to 

Make me sing in intimate 

Pleasure. Age has bent us;

It gnarls our bones and it

Bends our backs so there 

Isn't a straight line in our

Bodies and the songs we

Knew in the night are just

Memories. Memories we

Treasure. Memories we

Cherish just as we cherish

Each other long after our

Power is sapped and our 

Memory fades and we are

Turned crooked by time's 

Relentless passage, aged

Into a new, an unfamiliar 

Beauty. I still sing for you 

Time worn

Restless beauty is for the
Young. We are no longer
Restless nor are we young.
We are not strong of body but
Full of the history of our days.
Our composure is wherein
Lies our beauty and the
Strength we nurture as our
Own. Ours isn't the strength
Of youth. We need not flex
A muscle to brace our claim
At the beauty that we have
Earned. Ours is a resolute
And quiet beauty, a stillness.
We are not strong of body; we
Are full of the history of our
Days. Therein rests our beauty.
Not in our youth but in our age.