Comprising Three People

I shuffle in the morning when I rise.
My skeleton is creaky, and my face
is like my father’s just before demise.
I take in coffee, puzzles and some words,
and then I’m capable of exercise,
which stirs a bout of youth-like energy
until late afternoon, when vigor dies,
when I will nap if I’ve a sitting place.
At least three folks a day I now comprise.

(Magic 9)

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