This is on InuYasha's 60th birthday! This is a poem in his point of view:
Today
I turned sixty. I feel really good.
My body's still working quite
well thanks. (Touch wood!)
My hair's not too grey, more silver, my
wrinkles are few,
I can still touch my toes with my knuckles. (Can
you?)
I'm quite full of vigour, just getting rip.
(But now tea
seems so much hotter when I take a sip.)
My hearing's still good.
What's that you say?
Speak clearly, don't mumble, your voice wafts
away.
Inside this old body I'm still young, but then
If life
starts at forty, I'm really just ten.
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To me its hard imagining InuYasha being 60, he looks so much younger than that, right? Oh, well. If you like, and could, please review!
