There is a graveyard for stories,
told and untold.
Here characters rest,
relaxing and while telling there own stories.
Here an author can find their smiles,
listening to their own stories,
celebrate their birthdays with them.
Yes, this is the life of a story,
getting rest when it needs it most,
allowing people to listen to them if they wish to,
at least till stories were books.
There is a better life now.
A book with the memory of a card,
stored so that they can join eachother in one big place.
Have parties when no other wishes to join.
Yes, the life of a story is the best,
until no one reads a story any longer.