The Heartwarming Poem My Great-Grandfather Wrote About The Meaning Of Life

“Remember that beautiful things come free; love and happiness and sweet liberty.”

1. In 1924, James McCrory immigrated to the United States from Ireland.

Photo courtesy Cathy McCrory Saravia

My great-grandpa was 24-years-old when he left Belfast for a town called Port Chester, New York, where he got married and raised nine kids.

2. When his son (my grandpa) was elected mayor of Port Chester in 1978, he wrote him a poem pondering the meaning of life.

Photo courtesy Cathy McCrory Saravia

3. This is a handwritten copy of the untitled poem:

Image courtesy of John McCrory

4. And here’s a transcription of the poem:

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