The Magic Racquet

It reaches to me
When it wants to play
You just need a ball
To play all day
You need me to play
You cannot without
We all try our best
Not to get out
I rub my fingers on the strings
and the grip
Always trying when playing
Not to trip
The frame and the neck
Tell me to never give up
We have to choose wisely
or we will never again see the light of day
I am as light as a feather
I can be heavy as a weight
We try to be tough
But life is not straight.