Height w/o Bow

I am six feet and two inches tall.
At least, I used to be.
I shrunk an inch,
And now I am completely unsure what my limits are.
A doctor, six-foot-five by all accounts,
Has fathered a legion of children
Through donations to a sperm bank.
He feels that his genetics allow him this wanton
Though sanctioned, abuse of the institution of fatherhood.

I have friends in a band who are all
Of varying heights,
And despite their individual shortcomings,
Coexist as equals.
What does this tell us?

Sometimes I am jealous
Of their freewheeling road lives,
But I keep my shame at bay
With the knowledge that
They will tell their children that they were in a band,
And their children will find it queer,
On many levels,
And will turn up their neon audio decks
Beaming straight into their half-man half-machine
Mind-soul-brain-interfaces
To drown out the quaint warblings
Of the soon to be dead.