Snow

Gray clouds; Flimsy snow Falling lethargically from the sky. Gray coffin; Within it, a flimsy life, Of a stranger whom I never knew. Weeps and moans from shadows of black, In which my empty soul did not comprehend. I'm not at all brutal as Cassius, who felt no sorrow in Caesar's death. But this stranger's death brings me no where near affliction,  It does, however, make me acknowledge, that life Just comes and goes like snow.  Fugacious lives, Flimsy snow, Passing away quickly with no marks left behind, Making an impact only on a few, if any.  I don't want to be a snowflake that melts  as soon as it hit the ground. I want my soul to last with a meaning to this world, Instead the hollow tunnel as it is now.