I've grown out of Assol time

I've grown out of Assol time,
Like a short, too tight skirt,
But I've become capable of doing things
And unable to believe, if you'll excuse me,
And prudence and prudence in hand,
Forget the foolish, joyous courage.
And not to scoop up the wetness of spring with my shoe,
Nor run in summer under a rain tent.