Silly Old Thing

I have this photo from decades ago
 In a water stained, crumbling cardboard frame
 She looks like me, my great grandmother
 When we were 17 with our heads full of dreams
 I don't want to let go of these dreams
 They say you never know, but I know everything
 About how the same days keep coming around
 What looks like a new path is the same old ground
 If I walk long enough I'll arrive where I started
 This silly old thing
 A string of pearls and an early spring rose
 All that's left is this photo from decades ago
 The shape of our lips and the shade of our eyes
 When we were 17 with our heads full of dreams
 I don't want to let go of these dreams
 They say you never know, but I know everything
 About how the same days keep coming around
 What looks like a new path is the same old ground
 If I walk long enough I'll arrive where I started
 This silly old thing