English poet and priest Malcolm Guite remembers a pipe which reminds him of his mother, and what is important in life. The poem is below...Old AgeBy Edmund WallerThe seas are quiet when the winds give o’er;So calm are we when passions are no more.For then we know how vain it was to boastOf fleeting things, so certain to be lost.Clouds of affection from our younger eyesConceal that emptiness which age descries.The soul’s dark cottage, batter’d and decay’d,Lets in new light through chinks that Time hath made:Stronger by weakness, wiser men becomeAs they draw near to their eternal home.Leaving the old, both worlds at once they viewThat stand upon the threshold of the new.

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