The Handsome Man

He was a handsome man hamming it up for the photographer each flash inflating his ego but cameras only capture the shell what can be seen on the surface insuring his true identity remained securely hidden deep within He was a man who had never experienced the painful pangs of hunger the sickening shame of want squandered potential due to lack of opportunity the sorrow of watching helplessly as precious dreams die their withered corpses cremated the ashes scattered to the wind His reality had always been quite different than that of the mundane majority He was a handsome man who despite his extensive and expensive education earning an advanced degree his noted name written in calligraphy hanging on his office wall knew nothing at all