O Holy Rewrite

Don’t hold them tight, 

The stones are partly frozen.

I’m not dressed right and I can’t find my glove.

Long days at work, my eyes are semi-closin’ 

I should go home, yet I haven't built enough. 

I'm filled with hope.

I've sent a few invoices.

I might get paid, for work I've done this year.

Waaall ---- on your knees !  
Don't make those achy noises.

Try-not, to whine, 
At least one glove is here.

Tonight I'll-freeeeeze !
Tonight, 
It's minus nine!