Sometimes it seems that all is lost (like the needle) but look for the son, he will shed light on the picture and make the needle shine amidst the dust. (dust because hay tends to create it--for any city slickers reading this)!
Great write. Good expression and different ways to describe loneliness; counting decades, befriending telemarketers. I love the last stanza. A needle lost in a haystack, never to be found or noticed. Perfect. :)