I have no sons, at least none I can claim,
And no patience for carving in stone.
All that I have are my skill and my name
And this chance to make both of them known.
This is my key to the portal,
How I can leave something immortal . . .
Something that time cannot make disappear —
Something to say ‘I was here.’
~from The Glorious Ones by Ahrens & Flaherty