Arthur Miller was gray.There’s no better wayTo describe this bitterLow ball hitterWho had so little to say.  Words brought him fame.Fawners bowed at his name,But his writings were dullAttempts to cullGrime  from hollow depths.  We have to blame  “Attention must be paid” On some angst mislaidBy a clouded mindWhich couldn’t findJoy in the shallow scribblings he made.  Gold is the color of each dawning day.Gloom and resentment are always gray.  Mimi Evans Winship(Read Full Post)