On things less appreciated

Sugar pumps through my veins
but I breathe
effortlessly now
I used to complain a lot.

I switched the TV off
I hate that demonic
talking box
I used to complain
about having dinner with my family every night
until I moved across the country.

I gently cover my seeing eyes
protecting them from
some unlikely doom
I used to complain
but I walk and my
knee caps don't crunch
I type and my
finger joints don't grind
My blood is so wonderfully
well-contained
I used to complain
about wearing my snowboarding helmet
until it saved my life.