Picking Cotton

We met at the gigis,
By the meat sarnies,
Your dress was down to you knees,
While I needed the breeze
of the wind between the trees.
These are the details I remember with ease.

I recall I won some cash,
So I decided to splash
out on a flash
looking tank with a slash
in its price. Brash?

I thought not, but you thought so,
Filled with woe,
At the waste of my dough,
My seeds thrown without the sow,
No investments I'd only blow.

Now I feel I know you better,
Although the eyes get wetter,
At the mistakes I make,
The risks I take,
Trying to be nice,
Listening to your advice,

On how I can be that happy medium.