I don't know HOW MANY TIMES

I have to say the line:

'I collect vintage glass from charity shops'

Because up someone inevitably POPS

To say the idiot phrase:

'There's loads of that on ebay, every single day!!'

And what do I say

By way of return? 

I describe how I yearn

For my beautiful glass treasures

WHATEVER the weather

Does or doesn't do

While I search for pieces others regard as poo.

I don't care WHO

Sees me in there rummaging

Treasure hunting and plundering

In among the goodies

For GLASS (or pottery)......but defo NOT Adidas hoodies. 

My collection grows and grows

But sure, everyone knows

That when I die

My daughter probably WON'T cry

When she takes my glass back

And sets it once more on its charity shop track

To re-circle the globe

In truth yes, all told

Mine's from all over the world

The unfurled

Beauty of delicate Italian

The brutalist stalwart-y German

I love my glass treasures

I measure

My TRUE WEALTH by them

They are my fren-

ds.