The Rule Of Four (One For All, All For One) Poem by Cyrus Diaz

If ever four is one
Then surely we
We are fated to
Be together
Before we’re even born
Crimson thread tied you and me
Crimson thread binds you and me.
Getting relaxed
The world outside is dull
The only I could hear
Was the shrill whistle
And there they are, coming.
Four shared enamor moments
In the places they remember
That quenched the flame
Of friendship
Friendship grows with the
Sound of the wind.
Friendship is two eyes,
The sun and the moon
of day and night
Oh the moon that has never
given up Our hopes
It keeps our happiness and sorrows
The mute witness of the
Wonderful, embarrassing moments
And of life’s unfolding.
It’s pleasant to spin the past
Though our song of
time is getting faint
Though the tick of
time is getting tapper,
Though all things are not
always what they seem
Tomorrow finds us farther
than today
Departing behind us leaves
Footprints in the sand of time.
Golden rule give us apprehension
What’s genuine friendship at all
Through the rule of four
Still friendship is worth
More than neither silver nor gold
More than any earthly rules
Above all, sympathy, love and respect
Are the friendship golden rule.