All That Matters Poem by Julius Selasi Komla Adjor

Tiredlessly they rattle and babble, without holding breath
Affidavits, ex-gratia, articles, phrases and clauses!
A boast of intellectualism, a show off of academic laurels!
But what do these mean to us, for we are just laymen.

Eloquently they stand to speak, analysis upon analysis they make:
Inflations, economic recessions, exchange rates, oligopoly!
The explanation of an economy, a description of state of affairs.
But what do these mean to us, for we are just laymen!

Respected, admired and yet confusing, elegantly gowned in apparels of white;
Cutaneous lesions, splenectomy, tumors, catheter insertions! !
The diagnosis of an ailment, the prescribtion for a disease.
But what do these mean to us? We are just laymen!

All that matters is when there is food on the table
When the children are happy and hearty
When the house-wife has enough clothes to stop nagging
When we have enough resources to accomplish our dreams and goals.
Because our prayer is for a continuous chorus of laughter daily from our compounds.
Nothing else to us matters.
For we are just....
Laymen!