"'Tis not the time for missing," he murmurs, "'Tis another life, another day." (CAPTION) "One Tired Sailor" One weary sailor, plodding along the shore-- Thinking his life so empty, believing he's about to go-- To go heed the persistent whispers of the zephyr; Off towards the place, he once called home. For, the past twenty years, of his life, Were all wrought with a myriad of journeys--