Poem about Space Settlement

My father was one of the first men
Who mined the moon for materials
(how i loved to say their names when i was young-aluminium, titanium, iron, silicon) to make gigantic tubular wheels that weightlessly
For ever float revolving gently in the vastness of space.

When i was ten, my father came to live in this space settlement
What joy. what unbridled pride my parents felt to be among those chosen
To be the sole saviors of the human race .
Supplying it with solar energy. essential
As its precious stocks of oil and coal ran out.
My only brother and i, we did not doubt we would be happy here.

We were the chosen children of chosen parents.
Near the Low-gravity hub of the wheel.
The sapphire swimming pool was our perpetual delight.
Diving. we fell slowly. Light as winged seeds.
Performing effortlessly aerial acrobatics
No Earth-bound Olympic Champion could ever rival.
From the bottom pushing off we dived upwards, exulting.
Emerging like dolphins, frisky as flying fish.

For a year or more we never wearied of our aquatic games
Then suddenly without apparent reason, we did grow weary.
Each day the same hour of reflected sunlight the same temperature each night.
Each day not even a breeze. And worst of all, no sky, no clouds.
No beast, bird, butterfly. The same dull for each day-
Wheaten bread, maize porridge, fish, rice, vegetables, soy beans.

I began to hate my new friends, even my own brother.
We were always quarreling.
I Longed for my old friends, to play the games we played.
Talk about familiar things and happenings.

Longed, Longed for my former life.

Exiled for ever, i can never returned.

Each night now i dream i am home again.