Growing up, I was taught to pass food to the right,
never to pass driving up a hill.

In school I studied to pass tests,
in church, to pass the peace.

I dated guys who made passes
and soldiers who had a weekend pass.

Later, I often passed up bargains, good deals;
learned to abandon passing fancies.

On the positive, I've
passed on compliments, brought events to pass,
helped get a bill passed.

Thus, I have known passes, passing, and passed,
so—when my time here is ended,

please don't say, She passed.

Simply say, She died.