No Scholar

When I was young my elders taught me right
They told me to be kind and polite
I grew up gracious, living by the golden rule
Had not a doubt it was to not be true

Now I have gone across what's aged us since
And I myself have taught hard lessons to good kids
I prayed to god to show me how to love
Then hoped that I'm not the only one
Who wants to know

And I am no scholar
But how would that change
What I know