A bomb fell into my wallet and.. BOOM!

you hear my whines, my complains, my grumbles
you let me speak my mind & listen to all my grandmother stories
you are never quick to shoot me down whenever i got my dumb ideas
you listen them well, listen them good

then you speak

you speak of gentleness, of wisdom
you speak well that i can comprehend
you always have reference to whatever you tells me of
and i have to admit it makes plenty of sense to all my non-sense