I am a Vulgar man.
More common with the coming years.
I learned to swear, like Brother Brigham.
Life does that to you.
This life happens, as you are making other plans.
Promised a large righteous posterity, by one who knew I was sterile.
Never to create new life in this world.
How does one become more common, less noteworthy.
Feeling less like a good mormon, and more christlike each day.
I planted the pot.
I adopted two children from one who could create new life, special gift, from one who loves our family.
A gift, I hope to repay someway.
I help to prosecute a young man who misused his reproductive powers.
Then purchased a van to visit him for several years.
To let him know he was not his crime.
Grows more with time.
Till I become more like my savior,
And less like myself