To move or not to move

To move or not to move
That was the question
For the easy-chair meant
All the comforts of home
Softness, quiet, peace
A good book and slippers
All in its kitle nook

Not to move.  Bliss and happiness

Yet also the silent and constant nagging
Your health your health your health

Fresh air needed
The call of the Wild
The forest nearby.  A long trek
Ok, a mile or two
Then giving yourself a break
A pub and an ale along the way
No, no,  I jest.
A coffee house, ''Robin's Hood''
For a veggie meal and tea?
Certainly not.  That would be a sacrilege
In our world of BBQs and real meat
But a temptation

An invitation for you to get away
Even momentarily
From a possible tempest at home
Yes, the joys of the Wild call

Ah, but is it worth
All this travail, all this energy to spend
For so little gain?