Inertia Poem by Stanley Cooper

“A body at rest tends to remain at rest….”
My body seems to do that best
My wife insists I rest too long
Her critical appraisal may not be wrong
Lethargic I may be, but I enjoy it
Inertia's for me, so I employ it

What’s wrong in resting as I please?
It's not a crime or a disease
If I could have my way
I'd be resting every day
Lethargy's for me, I'm no go-getter
Inertia, that's me, down to the lazy letter

To sleep the day away is wonderfully relaxing
Working every day is energetically too taxing
I've never been too tightly wound
I have no urge to rush around
Inertia fills my fond desires
Tranquillity is all this lad requires