NEEDLE IN A HAYSTACK

That needle in a haystack  
Will we ever get it back  
That needle lost in a haystack?  
 
It sewed many a torn jean, shirt and dress  
Where it's hidden  
Is anyone's guess  
 
It sewed my mother's wedding gown  
That is a fact  
That tiniest tool betrayed by a haystack  
 
It doesn't make a sound  
I give up sometimes  
Don't care if it's ever found  
 
But curiosity never dies  
Could it be caught in the molar of a horse?  
or in an irrigation ditch traveling its course?  
 
That needle in a haystack  
Will we ever get it back?  
It mended long ago the cap of a soldier on furlough  
 
Now neither the one or the other graces our sight  
Will eons pass before someone spots it among a new time's detritus  
Confusing it with a mere sliver of light ?