The Learner

I have never been to school; And people call me a fool, I didn't know how to read and write; So people call me the dumbest mite. They said I'm good in asking food; But I never done anything good, So I asked, how will I know what is good? If you never teach me how to do good? They laugh at me and call me crazy; Then they shout at me to go away, They don't let me stay even just for a minute; They pushed me away, until in the ground I hit. Then, one day somewhere, I met someone; She's so kind and a lighthearted one, She never call me fool, dumb or crazy; But she call me sweetie, dear or honey. She taught me how to read and write; She taught me what is wrong and right, The good and bad, the mistakes and correct; Lie from truth, now I can differentiate. Now I can spell my name correctly; I can count my fingers so clearly, I can spell the FOOL, DUMB and CRAZY; And know one person who's good to me. Do you know what's the best lesson I learned? Is that knowledge is the best weapon and shield, It can be the most cruel and proud armory; But can be the most gentle and priceless property.