Three Musketeers

I had three Musketeers in my life

I used to see them everyday life

Three people, Three personalities

Everyone had their own qualities.

First one was a child

With the brain functioning mild

All he wanted to do

Was Why, Where and Who

He had his place in my heart

Just like a baby brother in the cart

The second one was elder than me

Making everyone happy was the only thing he wanted to see

Did everything possibly a person can

Expected less, which made me a fan

Under the unbreakable cover and walls

There was a soft man that could fall

Over the littlest you would do for him

Because that still was a win

The third one used to be my favourite

Caring, loving, sweet and smart

He never understood

That all we wanted was his good

He left without any thought

And became someone we never supposed

He wasn’t only mine but everyone’s favourite

But proved himself nothing but a parasite 

What else could I have said?

We were heartbroken and red!