I read in the paper that a young woman said
she loves a gift
that is a surprise
because you can never surprise yourself.
Oh, I hope she is wrong.
At seventy-six years, I hope to surprise myself
with risk, with adventure, with ecstatic love
often, before I die
And my radiant, young reader
I wish you to do the same,
soon, all the time-
younger than I.
by Susan Gill
The poem is about freedom, risk, and joy and that there is no age limit on these, but that from my advanced age, looking back, I urge the young reader to live a life of self-surprise.
